Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

"It's better to be so." Erik acquiesced and banged up the phone.

Charlotte lay back on the back of the bed and breathed a sigh.

The evidence of Erik's embezzlement was found by her old schoolmate, Chris. He was a native of LA. He got on well with Charlotte in school and once pursued her. After graduation, he returned to LA and opened a detective agency. When she met Savannah and Olivia who went to the wedding company to choose a wedding dress, she had just held a consultation about the matter with Chris. His detective agency was in the same building.

From the day she decided to pretend to be Dylan's savior, she had been wondering how to convince him she was that girl.

As a private detective, Chris was very effective. After a few days' investigations, Charlotte learned that Erik Naik, Dylan's most trusted subordinate in Chicago, was responsible for this matter over the years. Erik's words were obviously very important. If he said Charlotte was that girl, Dylan would most probably believe him.

So, how to make Erik help her became the focus.

Chris began to check into Erik's background.

Then they found that Erik had secretly embezzled funds from the company. That was understandable. Erik had been working for the Sterling group for so many years, and it was hard for a normal man in this position to keep honest all the time.

At the same time, Charlotte asked Chris to make several old diary books for her.

She took the evidence and went back to Chicago.

***

Charlotte recovered from Erik's call and looked at her phone. Maybe Dylan didn't call her because her phone was busy?

She wanted to call him but afraid that being too aggressive would make him impatient.

She waited patiently for a long time and finally knew he would not call her tonight.

Could it be... he went to Savannah and forgot her? It must be. Dylan went to Chicago on the eve of their wedding day and didn't come back until today. He must hurriedly go to explain to her.

Maybe they were sexing it up now…

The thought made Charlotte extremely uncomfortable, and she could not sit still anymore.

She wanted to make a phone call to Dylan, but after a long pause, she gave up unwillingly. Her eyes gleamed, and she hardened herself, bit her tongue, and spit out a small mouthful of blood.

* * *

The moon emerged from a silver cloud and shone full upon the walls of the houses in Green Bay.

The car screeched to a halt in front of a single villa. The door opened, and a tall man got out and stepped into the porch at quick steps.

"Mr. Sterling!" Sophie opened the door and whispered in surprise.

The living room was quiet in the dimness of a dark wall lamp. Dylan stopped, his eyes falling on the sleeping beauty on the orange couch.

The little woman was in a loose night skirt, lying on her side. Her eyes closed, and her lovely long hair fell down her shoulders on the couch, her barefoot white and cute.

Her tummy looked much bigger than it was a week ago, but her limbs seemed to get thinner.

How did the servants look after her?

His eyes cooled, and he grew angry. "how can you let her sleep here? Didn't you remind her to go back to bed?" He scolded Sophie beside him in a low voice, his tone stern.

Sophie looked at Savannah on the cough and replied in a low voice, "Miss Schultz's been sitting on the couch every night for a few days. She usually fell asleep as she waited here. We asked her to go upstairs to her room, but she refused. She would only go to bed in the middle of the night when she woke up herself."

Dylan was about to scold the maid for not taking good care of her, but now he calmed down and began to feel guilty. Was the little woman waiting for him every night?

He beckoned Sophie back to her room and went straight to the cough. He picked up the thin blanket that fell on the carpet, wrapped Savannah gently, and picked her up.

Savannah was dreaming. In the dream, she was only five, and she was having a picnic on the park lawn with her parents. Her mother was cutting fruits while gently smiled at them; her father tossed her up and then caught her safely, again and again. They laughed loud and merrily. Suddenly the storm clouds thickened, winds came in gusts, and rain poured in torrents. She was in the air, her eyes filled with rain, but her father disappeared. She screamed and saw herself falling to the ground.

"Dad----"

Savannah woke up from the nightmare and opened her eyes, a handsome face appeared before her eyes.

Not her dad.

Dylan... came back?

No. She must stay still in the dream.

Dylan lowered his head and kissed away the sweat from the little woman's forehead, joking, "Am I looking like your father?"

Savannah was awake now. She put her arms around him and buried her head in his chest, her voice trembling, "you back? Not a dream again?"

He could feel her joy and fear, and he held her closer. "I'm back, baby."

She took a deep breath in his arms. The voice was his, and the smell was his smell. It was not a dream... He really came back. The tears, so long rebellious, finally gushed from her eyes.

"I thought you would not come back." She wailed.

Dylan held her tightly and kissed away the tears streaming down her cheek. He could feel that she was even lighter than before, frowning. Obviously, she didn't eat well nor sleep well these days. He quickened his pace upstairs and carried her into her bedroom.

In the room, he put her gently on the bed. "It's late. You need a good sleep first," he said gently.

She looked so tired, like a delicate flower. It seemed as if she would break down by a single touch.

Seeing that he seemed to want to leave, Savannah unconsciously grabbed him by the hand, eyes firmly fixing on him, "Dylan, lull me to sleep..." She said softly and somewhat reasonably.

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