Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 516 - 516: She Almost Wanted To Run And Take Him Away

Because of her injuries, Savannah could not take a bath. After cleaning her body with a towel, she lay huddled up in bed with her back to the door.

Garcia wanted to keep her accompany, but Savannah asked her to leave. With half a sigh, Garcia dimmed the lamp and left the room.

She didn't know what happened to Mr. Sterling and Savannah. Hope they just had a quarrel for a small matter and would be all right tomorrow.

Garcia spent a sleepless night worrying about Savannah.

The next morning, she hurried upstairs before it was light and knocked at the door.

There was no response. She pushed the door in and turned on the light, gasping.

Savannah was lying unconscious on the bed, wrapping the quilt tightly. She flushed from fever, breathing rapidly, and her forehead was burning.

Her body's resistance was always low for any reason. After she caught a chill and fell down in the rain, she couldn't endure it and finally had a fever,

Garcia took out her cell phone and was about to call Dr. Joe when Savannah reached out her trembling hand from under the quilt and grabbed the corner of her coat.

"Garcia got me some antipyretics. I'll be fine after taking it and some sleep."

"But..."

"Garcia," Savannah repeated weakly.

Garcia sighed and had to listen to her. She gave Savannah fever-reducing medicine and some hot water.

After taking medicine, Savannah closed her eyes and fell asleep soon.

Garcia tucked her in and sat with her. After a while, she touched her forehead and found her fever had almost gone. Much relieved, she left the room quietly.

When she got downstairs, she hesitated for a moment and finally picked up the phone and called Mr. Sterling.

Someone answered it after a long time.

"Mr. Sterling!" Garcia called immediately.

But Garwood's voice came out, "Garcia, what's up?"

"Mr. Garwood? May I please speak to Mr. Sterling?"

Garwood hesitated, "Mr. Sterling's busy with his business. Tell me what you want."

"Well, please tell Mr. Sterling that Savannah has a fever. She fell down and hurt herself last night... May I ask Mr. Sterling to come and see her?" Garcia was worried.

Surprised, Garwood looked at the cool man sitting behind the desk reviewing the documents. "Mr. Sterling, Miss Schultz fell and hurt herself and has a fever now. Garcia asked you to go to see her..."

"I'm not a doctor." Dylan didn't even look up.

Had a Fever and got hurt?

Even if it was true, it was all to make up with him.

Did she think he would still be fooled by her and believed her lies?

Garwood had to say to Garcia on the phone, "Garcia, Mr. Sterling's tied up at the moment. He'll go when he's free."

"Mr. Sterling..." Garwood hung up and looked at Dylan again.

But before he could say more, the man said decisively, "from today on, don't report to me anything about that woman. I don't want to hear it."

* * *

The fever tormented Savannah for three days intermittently.

It was not until the fourth day that she finally managed to recover.

These days, she thought she would die many times when she was feverish and almost out of her head.

She didn't expect she finally got through it.

The bruises on the elbows and ankles hadn't gone away, and her body had been weakened by the persistent fever and had lost a great deal of weight.

But these were no worse than the hidden pain in her heart.

According to Garcia, she knew Dylan never came to see her these days, not even gave her a single phone call.

He was so indifferent to her that he must have given her up completely.

How could she expect him to forgive her?

She challenged the most intolerable part of a man - she meant to cheat his feelings.

On the morning of the fifth day, Savannah got up early, refreshed herself, and went to work at Zagreb Film.

Although Garcia told her to take a few more days off, she decided to go to work.

Staying at home, she felt even more depressed.

At the company, she was greeted by the solicitude of several colleagues and a backlog of work that had not been done in days.

She had expected the man to fire her in anger, but he didn't.

Letting her stay at Zagreb Film didn't mean he had forgiven her.

Day after day, she didn't see him again.

Once or twice, she summoned the courage to call him, but there was no answer.

The man seemed to have disappeared from her world and would never contact her again.

Half a month later, she went to the Sterling group.

She really didn't want him to misunderstand her, and she wanted to go back to him anyway.

After all this time, he must have cooled down.

Outside the office building, she didn't dare go in but waited for him at the foot of the steps.

Today was a working day, and he must be in the office.

He would come out sooner or later.

She didn't know how long she had been waiting, but when she reacted, the night had fallen.

In the night breeze, she looked at the time on the phone, and it was nine o 'clock in the evening.

She bent down to knead the kame muscles of her legs. When she raised up from her stooping posture, she saw the man coming out of the building.

The heart, silent as ashes, seemed to come to life in an instant. Her fatigue after waiting for hours, suddenly disappeared.

She was about to rush to him when a slender figure walked toward him earlier than she did.

"Dylan, you got off! I prepared a night snack. Let's take it to Beverly Hills to eat together, okay?"

Savannah froze.

It was Charlotte.

She was no longer pale and haggard as she was the other day at the cemetery, but bright with joy. Her spirits revived. She was wearing a pink dress, her hair down, and carrying a food box.

Dylan didn't refuse. "Why are you here now? It's dangerous for a girl to come out alone at night."

"I miss you. I'm afraid you're hungry after work." Charlotte blushed.

Without another word, Dylan picked up Charlotte's food box, held her, on the other hand, and headed down the steps toward the car.

A happy smile appeared on Charlotte's face. She went into the car like a nice little sheep.

They were quite affectionate in their manner to each other, like a couple in love.

Savannah didn't respond when the car sped away.

Was he with Charlotte?

For a moment, she almost wanted to run to him and take him away!