Chapter 125 - 125: The Novel Is More Wonderful
Mr.Sterling was searching for a girl.
At the time he\'d first met her, she had been about twelve or thirteen. Now she should be about twenty.
However, she had proved impossible to find.
Year after year had passed, and there was still nothing to show who she was.
Dylan\'s eyes clouded as Erik reported the same result to him.
Although he knew there was less chance of finding that girl, he still held a glimmer of hope.
"It\'s not likely to find the girl in such a situation. After searching for so many years, there is still no clue. Maybe she is not a native of Chicago, or she had left this city long ago. Do we have to keep looking?" Erik asked tentatively.
"Keep looking," Dylan replied with decision and authority.
Erik gave a deep sigh.
He didn\'t know who the girl was, but she must be a very important person to Mr. Sterling.
Meanwhile, behind the hallway wall. Savannah held her breath and heard the conversation without missing a word.
As soon as she got into the elevator, she remembered that she should ask Dylan if he would like the meeting record with Mr. Cooley. She had, after all, come to Chicago as a secretary to help him with business.
Turning around, she hadn\'t expected to hear the conversation between Dylan and Erik.
Had Dylan sent Erik to find someone? And, apparently, it wasn\'t the first time he\'d asked Erik to find this specific person. Who on earth could be this highly valued by Dylan Sterling?
She could see the resolution in his grey eyes when he ordered Erik to continue the search.
It suddenly occurred to her that he once asked her if she had been to Chicago when she first knew him.
She felt a little strange at that time, but she didn\'t think much of it, instead of shrugging it off as Chicago having a special meaning for him.
Was it because he was looking for someone in the windy city?
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Savannah went back to her room, feeling curious. She took a shower, changed her clothes, and felt relieved and relaxed.
Regardless of whom Dylan was looking for, it was none of her business. Now what she should be most worried about was that there was only one bed in this suite!
What was she going to do?
Savannah took a pillow, and a blanket to the couch laid down and breathed a sigh of relief.
If she could fall asleep before he came back, he would not do anything to her!
But sleep was like a bus, and the more she looked forward to it, the more it ignored her.
Probably because it was still early, or because she was not used to sleeping in a strange place.
Savannah could not sleep and had to sit up.
She took out her iPad, opened a fiction community, and began to read romantic fiction. Instead of making her sleepy, however, the novel enthralled her. She found herself getting more and more immersed in each chapter.
This was really a beautifully written novel. The author was careful about details, and the intimate activities were depicted vividly in words.
Savannah blushed as she attentively read it. When she read the intimate scene between the hero and the heroine, she remembered what had happened between her and Dylan...
When she read the climax in the novel, she didn\'t even notice the door opening and the approaching footsteps.
Dylan finished his official duties and went back to the suite. No one was stirring in the room. He thought Savannah had gone to bed.
He came into the room and saw her lying on the couch.
Sleeping on the couch? Was she trying to avoid him?
Dylan looked displeased. But when he came to her and was about to lift the little woman up, he found that she was not asleep but looking at something with her two hands holding the iPad.
He stood behind her and glanced at the screen in silence, amused.
She was reading a romantic novel.
He bent down to take away the iPad from her hands, giving Savannah quite a fright. She hurriedly turned over and tried to sit up but was pinned by Dylan the next second, his two arms bracing on the couch.
"You like this kind of novel? Why don\'t we do it ourselves?" His eyes were burning, fervent.
Do… do it ourselves!?
Savannah swallowed, "No…the novel is more wonderful."
Is the novel more wonderful? What did she mean? The hero in the novel had a better sexual ability?
Dylan frowned and held her soft chin gently. "Really? Maybe because you haven\'t tried anything more wonderful."
With that, he raised her in his arms, stood, and headed for the big bed.
"Dylan put me down… I\'ll just sleep on the couch tonight," Savannah struggled in his arms.
"Why? We have a big bed," He laid her lightly on the soft bed. Then he leaned down, his hands on either side of her head, so he was hovering over her, staring down into her eyes, his jaw clenched, eyes burning. He saw her pink ears turning red, so charming and lovely. He could not help but trail soft, feather-light kisses from her ear down to her neck.
He hadn\'t taken her for so many days since their cold war.
He thought he could hold it, but his desire burst out as soon as he touched her.
Tonight, he would not let her go easily.
"Dylan..." She said in a low voice, like a frightened little rabbit. In fact, she wanted to call him a brute instead. Did he plan to sleep with her on the pretense of a business trip?
It seemed that she could not escape tonight...
She didn\'t know whether it was because of nervousness or something else, she had a sudden spasm in her lower abdomen, and the pain hit her all over.
"Wait…I have a stomachache." She murmured.
"Really?" He thought she was making a deliberate excuse and did not let go of her.
"I really don\'t feel well…" She broke out in a cold sweat.
Then he found her cold body trembling, he stopped his kiss and stood up, "What\'s wrong with you?" His expression changed when he saw the sweat on Savannah\'s forehead.
"I don\'t know… I got a pain in my abdomen…I\'ll go to the bathroom first and had some hot water." She sat up with difficulty, and the bearing-down pain in her lower abdomen was familiar, but it was worse than usual
It seemed that her Aunt Flo was visiting.
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