Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 316 - 316: Don’t Make Me Hate You

Her sweet, accompanied by her appealing voice, however, fueled Dylan's desire.

Holy shit.

Whenever the little woman begged for mercy, he felt more excited and was unable to hold himself. He felt that he had been poisoned by her, with the deadly poison.

He wanted to fuck her, now. Without hesitation, he lifted her legs to wrap his waist, ready to pull off her pants. Savannah sensed the coming danger; she gnashed her teeth, her nose twisting.

"Dylan, don't make me hate you!"

Yes, it was the agreement that connected her with him, and she should satisfy all his needs; she even had to give birth to his kid...

But she did not want to be forced to have sex with him! She was mortified that her body responded to his caress, and she felt so uncomfortable because of the shame that she preferred death to be fucked by him in this way.

Savannah shivered with her depression of mind and body, her red eyes full of tears. She looked like the poor deer at the mercy of the vicious hunter.

Dylan paused under her restive eyes, which were the same as the girl who had saved him from the five years before...

He made Savannah his woman and kept her beside him because of the similar eyes at first, but he didn't know when he began to scare her more than the girl he kept looking for.

Savannah noticed his absence. Did he think of another girl again?

Yes, it must be... His expression suddenly softened. He must have thought of his lifesaver, and only that girl could soften him.

Ah! Savannah smiled bitterly. She did not expect that her face could help in this critical moment. But then she felt a qualm in her stomach. Taking a deep breath, she pulled away from her hand as soon as the restraint put on her was released a little, reaching for the bedside bell!

After moving into Sterling's house, old Sterling set this bedside bell for her, just in case she might need help in her room when she was alone, and with the bell, she was able to call someone in time.

She didn't expect she would use it in this case.

The sudden sharp noise brought Dylan to himself. He changed color and immediately grabbed her little hand, but it was too late. Seconds later, there was a brisk rapping at the door, and then Emma and Sophie burst in.

At the same time, Savannah pushed him away, covered a blanket around herself, and got off the bed.

"Miss Schultz, what happened?" Emma and Sophie asked nervously. Then they saw clearly the other man in the room, "Mr. Sterling…"

Dylan was panting as if he had just chased his prey, and his heart beat loud enough, perhaps to be heard. He was crawling on the bed and staring at Savannah with dark eyes.

Savannah stood at the bedside, disheveled, the suspicious red on her exposed arms and neck could tell what had just happened.

Obviously, they arrived in time before Mr. Sterling began to enjoy his prey...

Savannah quickly moved behind them, lowering her head. "Sophie, Emma, I'm not feeling well. Please ask Mr. Sterling out. I want to go to bed," said Savannah dryly, holding her breath.

Emma and Sophie looked at each other and then turned to Dylan, showing the door to him, "sorry, Mr. Sterling, please..."

Now, the child in Miss Schultz's belly was the most important thing. They two would be blamed by old Sterling for any oversight. Even if they would annoy Mr. Sterling, they had to stop him.

Dylan was becoming quite calm and had such a panic fear when his eyes fell on her baby bump. He turned over and jumped out of bed, coming up to her, "I've still something to say to you."

Savannah went behind Emma and took her arm, trembling slightly, "Emma, let him go..."

Dylan's heart was suddenly dull with pain as he saw the hurt expression on her face. She looked like a frightened kitten, her eyes tearful and his nose red. He was about to pull her over when Emma and Sophie blocked his way.

"Mr. Sterling, please leave first, or we can't explain to our master…"

Dylan paused. If his father knew he almost forced Savannah to have sex with him, he might be kicked out of the house and forbidden to see her for some time. He closed his eyes a second and took a deep breath. With another glance at Savannah, he sighed and strode out of the room.

* * *

The Sterling group.

When Garwood came into the CEO's office, he saw Dylan watching the view of the city in his chair near the window. He didn't even notice Garwood's coming.

Garwood sighed. Since Dylan returned from Sterling's house that night, he had always been sitting by himself still without moving for a long time.

A few seconds later, Garwood walked over and put the file on the desk.

Dylan pulled himself together, turned his chair around, and returned to his businesslike appearance.

Before Garwood could say anything, there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Sterling?" The secretary came in looking very excited, "hi, Garwood!"

"What is it?" Garwood lowered his voice. If the secretary had nothing serious, he's going to take her out in order not to disturb his boss.

"Good news!" The secretary spoke happily, "Mr. Rowe had agreed to transfer the contracts of the stars from Zagreb Film to our group!"

Dylan's stance became defensive – angry, even. This was supposed to be good news, but it was clearly more of a surprise for him.

Lionel had held the contracts of those stars for a long time, he didn't agree immediately even Dylan offered the project of Muse Park in exchange. Why did he suddenly change his idea?

"Really? What's the cost?" asked Garwood in surprise.

"You won't believe it!" The secretary gasped in disbelief, "Mr. Rowe said, since he would expand the business in LA, he still needs the help and support from the Sterling group in the future. He asked for only a million!"

A million?

Those stars were all hot signers or movie stars, and any of them could bring in more than a million dollars profit easily. As soon as they signed those stars, they could make lots of money in a short time.

One million was almost nothing for both groups.

Garwood could guess the reason. He did not say a word but looked up at Dylan.

Dylan, of course, knew what Lionel meant. His face looked gloomier.

Lionel did it for Savannah.

There was no other reason for a shrewd businessman to give up money-opportunity.