Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

"Yes." Savannah nodded.

"But a waiter on duty that night said you asked him which room Lionel was in. So, did you really go into Lionel's room by accident or on purpose?" Old Sterling looked into her eyes.

Savannah gave a slight start. She didn't expect old Sterling had sent people to investigate the matter.

"So what?" Dylan paused and then asked coldly, "what does that have to do with her being nearly assaulted by Lionel?"

Old Sterling looked at his son. His whole thought was protecting Savannah, and of course, he could see nothing else.

Since Savannah had asked where Lionel was, it meant that she took the initiative to look for Lionel.

In other words, she lied when she said she bumped into Lionel.

It was more likely that... Lionel was framed by her.

Although old Sterling didn't understand why Savannah did it, it was possible!

He looked at Savannah, waiting for her explanation.

"Yes, I did ask the waiter where Lionel was," said Savannah in a toneless voice, "because Lionel came to my company to see me a few days ago. He suspected that Granny Rowe got ill because of me. Dylan showed and took me away before I could make everything clear that day, so I wanted to explain to Lionel at the dinner party. I asked the waiter where he was, but then I gave up the thought, afraid it would be more troublesome to explain. I just didn't expect to come across him later."

"Did you hear that?" Dylan gave old Sterling a displeased look. Then he took Savannah's hand and stood up. "Enjoy the dinner yourself, we have to go."

If he had known Savannah was here for being questioned today, he would not have brought her here.

Holding her hand, he walked to the porch.

"Dylan, wait!" Old Sterling stood up and ran after him.

Dylan walked on without looking back.

Savannah gently freed herself from his hold and said, "take your time, I'll wait for you in the car."

Seeing her walking out first, Dylan had to stop, turned to look at old Sterling with a cold face. "What else do you want to interrogate about?"

"I didn't mean to interrogate Savannah, it's just that there are so many doubts. As I said, if Lionel really did wrong, I won't let him go! But what if Lionel was framed?" Old Sterling frowned.

Dylan raised his eyebrows, and there was a murderous look on his face. "You mean, she arranged everything herself that night? Did she deliberately seduce Lionel into attacking her? Why would she do that?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to believe that Savannah set up Lionel! But she had asked the waiter where Lionel was that night, which means she probably went there on her own initiative! Completely different from what she said first!" Old Sterling said sharply.

"But she also explained that she gave up the thought of going to Lionel. She just accidentally ran into him!" said Dylan flatly.

"You really take her word for it?"

"I believe her," Dylan's voice softened for a moment, and the cloud on his cool face seemed to disappear as he said with certainty, "I trust her as I trust myself. Dad, do you ever doubt yourself?"

Old Sterling's words stuck in his throat.

"Let's leave it at that. If you still have any doubts and want to interrogate her like that, I won't bring her here again." Dylan left his last word and walked out the door.

In the courtyard, Savannah leaned against the window-sill in the front passenger seat, watching in the direction of the hallway.

The conversation between the father and the son dimly reached her ears.

She had not thought that old Sterling would have doubts about her. What was more unexpected was that Dylan was totally on her side. He even quarreled with his father for her.

I trust her as I trust myself…

The words were still lingering in her ear.

Dylan strode to the car, pulled open the door, and got into the driver seat.

She fastened his seat belt silently and looked up at him. "Sorry... I made you quarrel with your father..."

Dylan caught her cold hand. "It's none of your business," he softened his voice, trying not to frighten her.

The warmth of the man's hand and his unconditional protective manner magnified the guilt in her heart. She leaned over to embrace him, burying her head into his chest. "You really trust me? Not a little suspicious of me?"

He touched her slightly trembling back, and his voice was low and soft. "If I don't trust my own woman, who else can I trust?"

Her nose twisted, and she threw herself around his neck. "What if I really deceived you?"

"I don't care," he said simply with a wicked smile, "I have my way to punish you at that time. Okay, I'll send you home first."

"What about you? Where are you going?" Savannah asked suddenly when he started the car.

"You want me to go back with you?" Dylan paused, looking at her with meaning.

"It's getting late, and you didn't eat anything yet. Why don't you just go back to Green Lake with me?" She didn't know what she had said.

Oh god... Was she inviting him to spend the night with her?

"Are you sure?" His eyes darkened.

"I'm just saying... If you don't want to go..." She stammered blushing.

How could he give her a chance to back out?

Dylan pressed on the accelerator and spurred on to his destination without hesitation.

* * *

When Savannah woke up the next morning, it was still gray. Dylan was fast asleep beside her.

She looked at him quietly. His perfect face looked younger, relaxed in sleep. His sculptured, pouty lips were parted slightly, and his shiny, clean hair was a glorious mess.

She blushed at the thought of what he did to her last night.

He knew she was tired and a little nervous after old Sterling's interrogation, so he had her very softly and very gently last night.

She still felt a little guilty, so she decided to get up early to prepare breakfast for him.

In the kitchen, Savannah heated a large skillet over medium heat and added oil, garlic, anchovies, and crushed pepper…

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