Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 499 - 499: What Did He Aim At?



Chapter 499 - 499: What Did He Aim At?

When it came to Savannah, Dylan was always so suspicious.

Who knew what Lionel wanted from Savannah?

In any case, he never believed that there could be any pure affection between a man and a woman who was not related by blood.

Three years ago, Lionel was so nice to Savannah that he even sold Zagreb to him at a meager price for the sake of her. Was it really just because Savannah was his sister in law?

Now he came to see her in person, what did he aim at?

If he dared have mind on his woman…

With that in mind, Dylan turned to Savannah with a sullen face.

"What did he just do to you?" he asked quietly.

"Nothing, let's go first. It's not good to be seen at the company gate." Savannah said as she pushed him to his car.

Dylan gave Lionel a warning look and got in the car with her.

The car started away from the office building.

"He really did nothing to you?" Dylan peered at the little woman in the front driver's seat.

Savannah shook her head, turning round to glance at him.

"Are you jealous?" She asked, amused at his seriousness.

"Don't be naughty." His eyes darkened.

She smiled, leaning toward him, "what if I said he was flirting with me?"

The sweet smell of the little woman drifted to him, distracting him a little.

"Huh, dare he?" He snorted as he reached out a hand to her waist, squeezing her gently.

She blushed, gave him a nudge, and sat up straight.

"Lionel didn't do anything to me, really," she said. "Maybe he was just a little chafed."

"What did he want to see you about?" Dylan shrugged.

"Nothing," Savannah bit her lip. "Granny Rowe's ill. Charlotte told Lionel it was because I did something to her grandma. So he just came over and asked me a few questions."

Dylan frowned; the coldness and unhappiness between his brows were obvious.

"Never mind. I've explained it. Lionel was just so worried about his grandma. He won't come to me again." Savannah said softly to appease him.

"You still need a driver," he said, freeing his hand to rub her head.

With a driver and a bodyguard, she wouldn't be harassed again.

However, this small woman was afraid to be seen by her colleagues and insisted on taking the bus or a taxi to go work.

She felt a little guilty at his concerned words.

It seemed to be easier for her to lie to him now.

He made it clear to her that he really cared about his exclusive rights to her, not allowing any man to offend her, even if the man was Lionel, her brother in name.

This man could be very jealous and possessive about her.

That was not bad.

She had been wondering how she could ruin the Rowe family completely. It seemed that the best way was to break up the business relationship between the two families.

But it was not easy for her.

The two families had always been on good terms. They had worked together many times over the years. Under such circumstances, how could she break up their relationship easily?

But today, she saw a glimmer of hope.

Though the Rowe family was also a business giant in Chicago, their company in LA couldn't develop rapidly without the support from the Sterling group.

After all, the Sterling group was the local snake in LA.

If Dylan turned on the Row family, it would be hard for them to get along in LA.

Her sparkly eyes blinked nervously.

"A penny for your thoughts." Dylan glanced at her.

"Nothing. Oh, where are we going now? Back to Green Bay?" Savannah changed the subject quickly.

"Pick Kaiden up first. Then we go back to Green Bay for dinner." Dylan had already set it up.

Savannah paused. She hadn't seen Kaiden for quite a while.

Ever since she learned the truth about her father's car accident, she had been blinded by hatred. Every day, she kept thinking about how to get back to Dylan, how to win his favor, and how to take her revenge on the Rowe family...

"Good." She nodded.

It was school time when they arrived at Kaiden's kindergarten. The gate of the kindergarten was busy with kids and their parents.

Dylan got out of the car and soon carried his son back in his arms. As soon as the door opened, Kaiden climbed into Savannah's arms and gave her an affectionate hug.

"Mommy!" His eyes shined with excitement.

"I'm sorry, Kaiden. I'll try to spend more time with you in the future." Savannah said and gave Kaiden a big kiss.

"Your mommy's busy with work every day," Dylan said dryly, "she doesn't have time to play with you." In fact, he wanted to say she didn't even have time to accompany him! Seeing his son still hugging Savannah hard, he picked him up easily and placed him in the child seat on the rear seat.

"I want to sit with mommy!" Kaiden wriggled.

Dylan gave Kaiden a stern glance, signing him to be quiet.

"You're not a little baby," he said as he fastened the seat belt for Kaiden. "Don't you feel ashamed to sit in your mommy's arms? Your little girlfriend will dump you if she sees it."

Kaiden pursed his lips and stopped screaming and kicking.

Savannah could not help laughing. She knew he had a strong possessive instinct. But Kaiden was their son!

Back in Green Bay, Garcia and the maid had just served the dishes, waiting for the three of them.

After the meal, Savannah watched a cartoon with Kaiden in the living room. After talking to Savannah about the fun he had in kindergarten, Kaiden fell asleep on the couch.

Dylan waited all night for the boy to fall asleep. Seeing this, he picked Kaiden up and said, "this guy can't get up until tomorrow morning. Let him sleep here?"

It was a bit chilly at night. The little boy might get sick from the wind on the way back. She nodded, "take him to my room."

Dylan carried Kaiden upstairs to her room and placed him on Savannah's bed.

Savannah followed him, covering Kaiden with a quilt, and dimmed the lamp on the bedside table. Turning around, she saw him standing next to her, staring at her with a lazy look.

"What about me?" He asked in a low voice.

Taking a deep breath, she realized what he wanted.


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