Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 639 - 639: Don’t Yell, It’s Me

Elisa came out but didn't go back to bed.

"Savannah, get up," her voice trembled.

"What's the matter?" Savannah got up and turned on the lamp.

"I was just going to the bathroom when I saw a figure standing outside the window, facing our dormitory, not moving," Elisa whispered.

"Are you sure? Could it be the shadow of a tree or something?" Savannah broke into a cold sweat.

"No way. I have good eyesight. I looked for a long time, and it should be a man, tall and strong, but I cannot see his face. Is he a thief? Do you think we should call the school police?" Elisa was obviously scared.

Savannah frowned. The school was always safe, and there were security guards patrolling around the dormitory.

How could there be a thief?

Could it be...?

Savannah told Elisa to wait. Then she picked up a baseball bat and headed for the door.

"Savannah, what do you want to do? You'll be in danger if it's really a bad guy. I think we shall call the school police!" Elisa was worried.

"It's okay. I've got the stick, and if something goes wrong, I'll scream. It's so quiet, and the guard will hear me. I'll just see what's going on." Savannah comforted her and then pushed the door open with the baseball bat. She walked out of the dormitory toward the opposite path.

Lines of lush trees stood silently, a bit gloomy in the weak moonlight.

Savannah, holding her breath, stepped quietly along the trees, searching for that suspicious figure mentioned by Elisa. Finally, a cold luster from a pair of black leather shoes caught her attention. She quietly raised the baseball bat.

The figure seemed to detect her coming and moved towards her.

Without thinking, she swung the stick, and as expected, the figure grasped it, drew it out effortlessly, and threw it away.

Before she could utter a cry of surprise, she leaned forward uncontrollably and flung herself into his arms.

The figure clasped her waist, pressing her tightly in his arms, so she could feel the length of his body against hers.

The public security order was poor in some places in Milan, so there were frequent incidents on the streets, such as the bombings. But she never thought she would run into a rascal in the school.

Savannah's eyes widened with fear. She was about to cry out when the man laid a rough palm over her mouth.

"Don't yell, it's me." A familiar voice whispered in her ears.

She froze, struggled out, and looked at the man in front of her.

It was Dylan.

He was wearing a loose black windbreaker, which was even darker under cover of darkness, so she couldn't see him at all.

"Why did you come to my school?" Savannah felt her heart beating fast.

He stared at the little woman in her nightgown without saying a word. Then he took her slender arms, pulling her into his arms gently.

She stopped breathing. On the day in the hospital, his hug was full of worry and anxiety.

But this time, he held her with tenderness and affection, reluctant to let go.

"I can't sleep." He put his hand on the back of her head and whispered in her ear.

He'd been on edge ever since he got back to the hotel, and he kept fidgeting.

Knowing that she was safe at school and protected by bodyguards, he was still tossing and turning.

He could no longer hide his true feelings.

He shouldn't have let her go to a foreign country alone.

When he heard about the riot in Italy, he was, as Garwood said, unable to calm down. He seemed to be roasting on fire before he saw that she was really safe.

After the experience of almost losing her, he realized that he couldn't ignore his feelings for her, even though he didn't have many memories of their past.

Savannah felt a warm current came up in her heart.

She had wanted to ask him today if he really came to Italy for her, but now, his actions spoke for everything.

She stood on tiptoe to pull his collar up and complained, "You little fool. Why not give me a call and let me out? It's cold here at night."

He pressed her into his arms.

"Just hold me tight if you don't want me to be cold." His deep voice sounded husky and wanting.

He hauled her against his body, squeezing her tightly. One hand remained on her waist, the other traveled down her spine to her behind. His hand flexed over her backside and squeezed gently.

"We're in the school, what if a teacher or guard sees us…" She raised her hand to push him away as she whispered.

But she also knew he didn't care.

Maybe he could come in because the school gave him special permission.

After all, even the local police in Italy had respect for him.

"No. They won't pass here." He breathed, his voice low and husky.

He stroked her back, feeling her beautiful skin. Her soft body blew his mind.

He hadn't seen her for over a week, but it felt like months.

God knew how much effort he used to push her away when she tried to seduce him in the hotel that day!

He lowered his head to kiss her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She was soon lost in his kiss. He cradled her head, his tongue exploring her mouth. He lost his mastered self control, mind and heart crave for her.

She felt him against the length of her body. He wanted her, and this did strange, delicious things to her insides. It was the first time he expressed his desire for her after his memory loss.

He wished he could have her here. It was dark, and everyone was asleep.

"Savannah-- I want ---"

A low exclamation came as Dylan's hand reach around and cupped her breast.

Savannah was about to give in when she heard footsteps coming,?startled, blushing, and quickly pushed him away from her.

Following the sound, she saw Elisa come out also with a baseball bat in her hand. She must have been worried when she had not come back for a long time, so she came out for her.

Elisa stared at them, shocked and slightly embarrassed, and she seemed to understand something.

Savannah, struck with embarrassment, glanced at Dylan and whispered, "We will talk some other time, you go first..."

Dylan saw the little woman's awkwardness. Hesitantly, he let go of her. He straightened his collar, took a deep look at her before he turned toward the gate.