Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Old Sterling knew that there was no right or wrong in the struggle for power in large families. He couldn't blame his son or his grandson.

When old Sterling was young, his life goal was to earn more money and accumulate more wealth. But now, he sadly realized that money and power would eventually cause the family members to fight with each other and make the family fall apart.

Dylan walked to his father, who looked ten years older, and said reassuringly, "I've called Daily News and asked its editor-in-chief not to publish articles about Valerie's case. In short, no one from the outside will gossip about your grand daughter-in-law's attempted murder, and the Sterling family's reputation won't be ruined."

At least, he wouldn't let Valerie disgrace his family.

As old Sterling knew, it was Dylan who sent the news to Daily News so that the police would not release Valerie. Now that the matter was settled and no one would bail Valerie out, of course, he would ask the media not to report it.

His son had grown up; he was now decisive and ruthless, autocratic, and cold.

The business of the Sterling group should eventually be handed over to his son.

Old Sterling closed his eyes wearily and nodded.

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After leaving the Sterling's house, Dylan went to the police station and talked with the police chief, and then he went back to the company to manage some urgent business affairs. When he returned to Beverly Hills, it was about ten o 'clock in the evening.

He changed shoes and stepped quietly into the living room. The lamp threw out a dim light, and the television was still playing a TV play in a low sound. A slim figure was reclined on the sofa, asleep.

The little woman looked like a little kitty when she was asleep, quiet and cute. Though the baby in her belly was more than three months, Savannah had a supple waist, slim arms, and shapely legs, and besides her small bump, she was not like a pregnant woman at all.

Her baby bump was a little smaller than other pregnant women of the same month. Well, the obstetrician and gynecologist who examined her said the fetus was developing well in the womb, otherwise, he would have to force-feed her every day.

Dylan's intense eyes turned from her belly to her face. Her eyelashes, long and dark, were fringing down the edge of the eyelid; her exquisitely sculpted lips were rose-red and full, looking sweet. She was softly illuminated by the dim lights. Looking down her graceful neck, Dylan gazed at her white and swollen breast under her low-cut dress.

His breathing became harsh, and desire pooled way down low…way down there. He managed to hold it back, strolled over, and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear from her forehead.

Savannah was awakened. She opened her bright, beautiful eyes and stared at him. Two seconds later, she reacted and stood up, "Ah, you're back..."

Before the words were out of her mouth, she felt pins and needles in her leg and was about to fall back on the sofa again when he stretched out to hold her waist and pulled her in his arms in time.

Dylan narrowed his eyes as his hands flexed over her backside, "why sleep here? Didn't Judy ask you to go upstairs to bed?"

She didn't get out of his arms, afraid that he might blame Judy again. "She did, but I... I'm waiting for you," she busily explained.

His eyes darkened.

Savannah was a little nervous under his intense eyes, "I cooked seafood porridge in the evening, and left some. Are you hungry? It can be your night snack."

With that, she gently pushed him away and went to the kitchen, put on the oven gloves, and took the porridge on the stove out.

Dylan glanced at the pot of porridge. So much left? Obviously, she cooked it expressly for him.

He knew that the little woman was embarrassed, so he didn't mention it. There was a ghost of a smile on his lips, and he said with his eyes glancing with humor, "you won't drug me this time, will you?"

Savannah's face turned red as she remembered the night she had seduced him with Viagra in sugar water. She shook her head in embarrassment, "no..."

"That's good." After joking, Dylan took a bowl and ladled in some porridge. Without a spoon, he picked up the bowl and took a mouthful slowly.

"Well, is it better than any before?" Seeing the calm expression on his face, Savannah felt much more confident.

Of course, there was progress. He had tried her cooking so many times… Dylan silently raised his lips in amusement. After finishing a bowl, he stared at her, and his expression became serious again, "what do you want? Or did you do anything that made you feel guilty again?"

Based on past experience, every time the little woman took the initiative to please him, she acted with a purpose.

"Nothing." Savannah pursed her lips and seemed to not agree with his preconceived conclusion.

"Really?" Dylan didn't believe it.

"Really. I cooked this night snack because... I want to thank you, thank you for helping Olivia." Savannah took a deep breath. What's more, she wanted to make up for the way she thought of him these days. He was not that heartless as she scolded…

"It's a thank-you meal." Dylan glimpsed the well-made bowl of seafood porridge, and he might have been happier if she had simply cooked a meal for him with no intent.

Savannah noticed that his face clouded a little. She had no idea what had happened and did not dare to speak. After a while, Dylan opened his mouth again, "If you must thank me, only do one thing well."

Savannah felt a tug in her heart, and she could guess what he wanted to say. As expected, he stared at her, grasping her chin with his long index finger and thumb, and said dryly, "give birth to the child and don't make trouble again, that's what I want."

She swallowed. Although Garwood's words seemed to thaw the icicles in her heart, she still hesitated when he brought up the subject of having kids for him. It was not an easy decision.

If he really liked her and valued her, why not marry her? She really couldn't give birth to a baby until she made clear her relationship with this man.

She had gotten enough when she was with Devin, and she didn't want to fail in feelings again.

Dylan was still staring at her, waiting for her answer.

His eyes dislocated her mind and made her upset. She was afraid that she might promise him if pressed. Finally, she bit the lip and chose to escape this time.

"Dylan, I...I felt a little dizzy."

She knew that he would not press her if she said so. As expected, Dylan scowled slightly, "what's wrong? Let's go to the hospital?"

"No... I just want to sleep."

Dylan gazed at her, his expression was unfathomable. Then he scooped her up and carried her curled against his chest to her room up the stairs.

With shocking surprise, Savannah instinctively threw her arms around his neck. Looking at his beautiful profile, she didn't struggle anymore.

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