Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Grant Park was a huge park located in the central business district. Savannah couldn't know how many tourists would be affected when Dylan made a block booking in such a place!

Wasn't such a public park protected and managed by the state generally?

"How did you do that? Isn't a scenic, public area – you know, like a park, considered state property?" She couldn't help but ask.

"The Sterling group had invested in this park. I have more than fifty percent of the shares in it," he replied, looking ahead as he drove.

Holy crap! She was completely speechless. So, essentially, this park was like his personal garden? Savannah couldn't imagine such wealth, but she didn't dare look a gift horse in the mouth.

They spent all day admiring the many sights of Chicago.

Millennium Park, Maggie Daley Park, and then the Museum Campus. They took a lot of pictures in the Clarence Buckingham Memorial Fountain and then ate their lunch on the north by Randolph Street.

They left in the late afternoon.

Sitting in the car, Savannah watched the buildings and pedestrian bridges get further and further away from her unwillingly.

"It seems that you like this city a lot. Have you been here before?" Dylan asked casually in the driver seat.

"No…" Savannah shook her head, "But, I don't know why, I have a sensation of having experienced the identical situation before in some prior time or existence."

He felt that he had asked an unnecessary question. According to Garwood's report, Savannah had not been to Chicago since she was a child.

"I haven't been here, but you must have been here many times," Savannah added after a moment of silence.

The Sterling group had a lot of business in Chicago. He always came here on business and was quite familiar with this city.

"Hmm," he nodded.

"On business every time?"

Savannah only asked casually, but Dylan's face clouded immediately, and he did not speak for a long time. The car rushes forward with increased speed.

She closed her mouth, sensing something was wrong and worried that she had mentioned the wrong thing.

Just when she thought he would never speak again, his cold voice came to her ears.

"I once came to Chicago when I was a kid, and I lived here for a period of time to recuperate."

To recuperate...?

Savannah's heart missed a bit. For depression?

Chicago had a temperate and monsoonal climate with four clearly distinct seasons. The climate agreed with patients.

Maybe old Sterling had sent Dylan to live here for a while since he suffered from depression.

Dylan continued, "Besides the environment, Chicago is also my mother's hometown. My mother grew up here in a big house. After my older brother died, I suffered from serious depression and became very closed off, not communicating with others at all. The doctors in LA were baffled and suggested my father take me to a new environment to recuperate. He sent me here, and then I lived in my mother's house for over three months."

She didn't expect him to tell her this but was relieved that he seemed to be opening up to her more and more.

He was able to bring up his memories himself.

She remembered when she accompanied him to the reexamination, Jacob said that it was good to face the memories.

She didn't know where her courage came from, but she blurted out, "Dylan, shall we go and see the house you lived in?"

He probably hadn't been to the house in a long time – at least, that was what she was assuming. If he could face the house that helped him recuperate, he would go a step further, and it would aid his recovery!

The car squealed to a halt --

The squealing brakes sent a clear message: Dylan was upset.

He didn't speak a word for a long time, his expression cloudy.

Savannah regretted her carelessness. Was it too soon? It wasn't her place to make a suggestion like that. And, of course, he had every right to say no.

She was about to take back her words when he put his foot down, and the car jetted on. When they reached the crossroads, he drove to the left, not in the direction they had come from.

"Where are we going?" Savannah gasped.

"Where you want to go," he gave her a sidelong glance.

After half an hour, they drove through an expansive and beautiful tree-lined road, stopping in front of a large house beside a lake. The house was a large, handsome building, which appeared to fit naturally into the scenery.

The water of the lake was crystal-clear and smooth as a mirror. Behind the house, there was a large garden filled with lilacs, peonies, roses, and orchids.

A sigh broke from Savannah's lips. If she didn't know it was Dylan's mother's house, she would have thought that she had stumbled onto a movie set.

It must have been worth millions of dollars.

The house was like an island: far away from people, with a quiet surrounding environment.

The sterling was a famous family in LA. Old Sterling's wife, Dylan's long-deceased mother, was also from quite a wealthy family, so the sheer grandeur of the house shouldn't have come as such a shock.

Dylan stepped out of the car, with Savannah following behind, and they proceeded together to the house. Savannah felt her heart in her throat.

She felt she had been here before.

The carved gate of this big house, the red eaves, the creeper on the wall…

It seemed that she had seen everything before…

"What's the matter?" Dylan noticed Savannah's peculiar expression.

"Nothing, just a little... nervous. It's probably the first time I've been to such a special house."

"Indeed, you have seen too little of your world," he said, giving her the smallest of smiles.

Savannah quietly put the absurd thought out of her head. Don't be silly. How could you be to such a place before!

She could have only seen this kind of luxurious place on TV!

Maybe it was because she watched too many British dramas. After all, there was an extreme amount of big houses in those dramas.

When they reached the gate, Dylan knocked on the bronze ring.

Soon, an old man with silver hair, clubbing on his crutch, groped out, "Who's that?" he asked.

Savannah noticed that the old man seemed to have poor eyesight.

"Curtis, it's me," Dylan's voice was less demanding than usual. Savannah was amazed by the gentleness of his voice.

The silver-haired old man was immediately surprised when he heard Dylan's voice. "Master Sterling?" He gasped, clearly immensely surprised with the guest. With that, he hurriedly opened the gate.

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