Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Savannah hurriedly turned her gaze and played dumb, "What? I don't know what you mean!"

Dylan raised his eyebrows, "then continue."

"Continue to... What?" Her eyes widened.

"Take my briefs off."

"What? No!" Savannah waved her hands in a hurried manner.

"I want to take a shower. How can I do that without taking off briefs?"

Savannah held back the urge to roll her eyes and began to regret her own meddling. Why come in to take off clothes for him?

Forget it, just do a good deed! Savannah sighed.

Trying not to look at his hips, she reached over and felt for the front of his briefs and pulled them down.

Dylan narrowed his eyes and deliberately moved closer to her. Savannah felt her fingers touch some hot thing, which almost made her scream, and she withdrew her hand immediately.

Dylan once again tried to take advantage of her!

She bit her lip and hurriedly threw a towel to him, "well, you now can go in to take a shower!"

Dylan wrapped the small towel around his waist, covering the essentials, and he looked at her with a meaningful smile, "my hand's injured, and it can't get wet. Don't you help me wash?"

"Dylan! You've gone too far! It's not my duty to help you, and why not call a maid in? What's more, I'm now pregnant! Do you have the heart to let a pregnant woman wash you?" Savannah was scared, and she was afraid that he might want sex by this excuse.

However, he didn't insist, and he went into the bathroom alone.

Savannah was relieved and about to leave when she heard the sound of flowing water from the bathroom. She could not help but walk to the bathroom door, looking inside.

She swore that she didn't want to see him naked... but only wanted to see how he bathed. After all, he couldn't use his hands well right now.

In the bathroom, the bath was slowly filling with water. Dylan stepped into the bath and lay back; one of his handheld on the edge of the tub while his other hand was dabbing lotion on his body.

It was too inconvenient for him to wash with one hand, especially that he couldn't touch his back at all.

Savannah consciously pushed the door in, "your hand cannot get wet. Be careful!" Then she felt a little regret. She had just refused to help him, how could she come back again! This man must scoff her in his heart!

Dylan didn't laugh at her. He seemed to have expected that she would not be cruel to leave him alone. "You come to help me?" he asked as he glanced at the towel.

Savannah bit her lip. "I'll ask Judy to call a servant to help you..."

He frowned and refused, "no."

She paused and had to move slowly to him, sit behind him, and wash his back with a hot towel.

Dylan felt her soft little hands moving on the tight muscles of his back, so comfortable that he began to direct her hand.

"Well, down there…"

"Hmm, more pressure... Didn't you eat enough?"

"A little further down, don't you understand?"

Savannah found herself suddenly very short of breath. Didn't he take advantage of herself again? She could only blame herself for presenting the opportunity to him! Then she comforted herself, just once. Just this once.

She scrubbed his back like flour to vent her anger.

Dylan's brow furrowed, "you rubbed too hard. Don't you know how to wash?"

"Didn't you say 'more pressure'?" She raised her red lip innocently.

"Too much pressure," Dylan said dryly. The little cat did it on purpose!

"I'm sorry, I'm not a professional masseuse, and I don't know the right pressure. If you mind, I will go out..." Savannah continued to anger him.

But before she finished, she was grasped on her wrist by him, pulled, and unexpectedly fell into his arms!

The water rose as she splashed into the bath!

Before Savannah could recover from the shock, she was completely wet! The thin nightdress on her became almost transparent, and her body inside the dress could be clearly seen!

Dylan smiled maliciously, holding her tightly in his arms, "maybe it's more convenient for you to wash in this position."

As she came to her senses, she turned red with shame and anger and began to struggle, "let me out! Dylan!"

Though she had been pregnant with his child, she was still like a little virgin, and even having a bath with him could make her so embarrassed.

He held her in his arms gently but firmly, whispering in her ears, "you are wet yourself... let's wash together before you go out."

She blushed, her neck burning, and she finally gave up the struggle.

His right hand can't touch the water, and it would get wet if she reacted violently.

She spent more than an hour and finally finished washing him. Before he rose, she hurriedly climbed out of the bath, wiped herself with a dry towel, and got back to her room.

Shortly after Savannah left, the door was knocked on.

"Come in. "Dylan replied.

Garwood pushed the door in and stood still. "I've checked the man as you ordered. His name is Mike, and he's a popular randy man in that area. Several months ago, when Valerie got drunk in Hot Bird, he took her into a box and had sex with her."

Dylan's eyes darkened. The little woman was right in her investigation. This Mike was the real father of the baby in Valerie.

"Do you want us to give that fucking rascal a good lesson?" Garwood asked tentatively.

Although Mike had been beaten within an inch of his life by Mr. Sterling, he offended Miss Schultz, and according to Mr. Sterling's temper, it was absolutely impossible for him to let the man off easily.

"No." Dylan didn't think about it for long.

"No?" Garwood was a bit surprised.

"Let him go, and let him know Valerie's identity." He couldn't make Valerie alert. It's not bad if the man could make trouble for Valerie.

Garwood didn't doubt Mr. Sterling's decision. He nodded and left.

***

Rosemount Villa.

Valerie was lying on the sofa watching the TV series. Her belly was growing bigger, and she had been staying in the villa for a long time without going elsewhere.

A maid was cutting fresh fruit besides her and occasionally handed her a slice of cut fruit respectfully.

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