Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 349 - 349: Don’t You Want To Marry Savannah?

Garcia was at a loss for words.

They all knew that Mr. Sterling flew to Chicago to see his savior. What else could delay him if not Miss Rowe? She saved Mr. Sterling's life, and she was quite important to him. So long as she asked him to stay, with some tricks, he would listen to her. But was Miss Rowe more important than his own wife?

Garcia sighed, "Savannah... Why don't you call Mr. Sterling again?"

Savannah's eyelashes fluttered, and she shook her head. "He must be very busy now. I don't want to bother him."

The day before yesterday, Dylan made another phone call to her. Her heart beat thick when she heard his voice, but he didn't say when he would go back. His voice was low and hoarse and more tired than when he first called.

She wanted to ask him when he would return and what he was doing in Chicago, but she dared not. She didn't even dare to ask if he was with Charlotte, for fear that he would tell her what she did not want to hear.

It was probably nice that he called her. How could she ask more?

She had an inferiority complex about herself, and she felt that she was not in the position to interfere in his personal business. Though she had married him, they didn't finish the ceremony, and she was still not his real wife to outsiders. Charlotte, however, was the most important girl in his life now. Without Charlotte, he would have died long ago.

Maybe she and the baby in her were his responsibilities, but he would take Charlotte as his responsibility too.

In fact, Charlotte appeared in his life earlier than she did and got involved with him earlier.

Charlotte meant more to him, didn't she? In the worst time of his life, it was Charlotte who helped him and gave him hope.

Savannah bit her mouth. As his wife, she never helped him but was always taken care of by him.

Maybe she was the other woman...

"Well," Garcia sighed, looking at Savannah in sympathy, "take a good rest. Call me when you need me." Then she closed the door quietly and went downstairs.

* * *

Another week passed.

In the evening, flight 337 from Chicago landed at LA airport.

Charlotte, looking weak and pale, followed Dylan down the ladder with the help of a nursing assistant.

She had basically recovered. The doctor said she just needed to go home for a good rest and take medicine on time, and she would get well soon.

Garwood was waiting outside the airport with another bodyguard beside two cars. He was also surprised when he knew the girl Mr. Sterling had been looking for turned out to be Miss Rowe.

What was more unexpected was that Miss Rowe had been deeply attached to Mr. Sterling, and she even attempted suicide when Mr. Sterling was going to marry Miss Schultz. Deliberately or not, she stopped the wedding ceremony just in time.

Charlotte was walking alongside Mr. Sterling as they came out of the airport terminal. Now and then, she cast her eyes at the man next to her tenderly.

Dylan glanced around as Garwood came to them.

"Don't worry, sir," Garwood knew what Dylan meant, "no pressman will see us."

"Send Miss Rowe back to Royal Villa," Dylan ordered, and then he mentioned the nursing assistant to help Charlotte get in the car.

"Yes, sir," Garwood opened the car door for them.

Charlotte adopted a look of suffering martyrdom as she looked at Dylan, tears in her eyes, "Dylan, will you still marry Miss Schultz? Will you never speak to me again?"

These days with him were the most precious days she could ever imagine.

She'd rather she hadn't recovered yet so that he would stay with her in the hospital a little longer.

Before she finished her words, she was choked by a fit of coughing. The nursing assistant hurriedly patted her back, "Miss Rowe, the doctor said you could not be too excited. You're not fully recovered."

"Don't think too much," Dylan didn't want to say anything to hurt her, "go home and get well first."

Charlotte looked at him eagerly and said in a weak voice, "I know you're too busy to visit me, but can you call me every day? Dylan…"

Dylan paused and nodded.

"I'll take care of myself at home and wait for your call," Charlotte smiled sweetly and got in the car.

As the car ran off, Dylan got into another car.

"Green Bay." although he did not show, he was impatient.

The car had just been started when Dylan's cell phone began to ring. He looked at the screen, frowning, and answered it.

On the other end of the phone came the nervous voice of Butler Cooper, "Mr. Sterling, did you get off the plane? Please come back first."

* * *

The Sterling's house, LA

As Dylan stepped onto the porch, he was greeted by old Sterling with a good slap!

He took two steps backward, not surprised, and his face was stinging. A faint smile twitched the corners of his mouth as he looked up at the angry old man in front of him.

"That's why you call me back? Can I leave now?" asked Dylan sarcastically.

"You left your wife and flew to Chicago the day before the wedding, and even put off the ceremony! What were you doing in Chicago these days? You have to give me a lucid explanation!" Old Sterling shouted, purple with rage.

Cooper rushed over to support old Sterling and tried to cool him down, "don't get angry, sir, Mr. Sterling has come back..."

Old Sterling took a breath, "I don't care if Charlotte is your savior or your first lover. No matter what you were doing with her these days, the past is the past. Now that you came back, I'll contact the guests and the media, and you should complete the wedding ceremony soon!"

"The wedding…" To his surprise, Dylan shook his head, "no hurry, I'll arrange it."

Old Sterling stood stunned for a moment and reacted, "what do you mean? Do you want to postpone the wedding again? Don't you want to marry Savannah?"