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Even if he comes back later, his heart may still be with Charlotte.

Does he regret it? Maybe he shouldn\'t have proposed to her so early. If he had early known that Charlotte is the one he was looking for, he would marry Charlotte, right?

No, no, no. Even if Charlotte is his savior, does it mean he loves her? Even if he wants to repay his debt, does he have to sleep with her?

Savannah didn\'t want to be rude, but the more she thought, the angrier she was. He was her husband now, didn\'t he know she was terribly hurt when he left again for another woman? Didn\'t he saw how she suffered silently?

The baby also seemed to be affected, and it moved restlessly in her belly.

He told her not to think too much, and she tried. But how could it be possible? Her mind was in a mess while her heart was aching, and there was a stinging and sharp pain in the center of the abdomen. Savannah doubled over her back at the pain.

"What\'s wrong, Miss Schultz?" Sophie rushed over, startled.

The pain dulled. Savannah wiped her cold sweat and shook her head. "Nothing."

"I\'ll call Dr. Joe." Sophie took out her cell phone, hurriedly.

"No, Sophie. Dr. Joe will tell Mr. Old Sterling too. I don\'t want him to stay up all night because of me. I\'m fine. Just back pain."

Back pain was common when Savannah was seven months pregnant but was it really back pain? "Shall I call Mr. Sterling and ask him back?" Sophie was still worried.

"Please don\'t!" Savannah cried. Then she lowered her head, realizing her reaction was too violent. "He\'s busy now. I don\'t want to bother him with such trifles." Savannah got off the bed and poured herself a glass of hot water.

"But…"

"Sophie, I\'m tired. You can go out first. I will take a nap,"

Sophie sighed, closed the door, and went out.

After drinking the hot water, Savannah climbed back into the bed.

She still felt pain inside her, but she couldn\'t figure out it was physical pain or mental pain. It was dull and steady. She bit her lips, telling herself that everything would be okay, over and over again.

* * *

Royal Villa

Dylan went upstairs and stopped at the door of Charlotte\'s bedroom. Charlotte was lying on the bed, sick and white. There was a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth.

"Mr. Sterling!" The nursing assistant at the bedside was relieved when she saw him coming.

"Dylan…" Charlotte opened her eyes, and her haggard face lit up with delight.

"Why don\'t you call the doctor?" Dylan walked over to stop her when she was trying to get up.

"I don\'t want my brother to worry about me, and you..." Charlotte took a resentful look at the nursing assistant as if to blame her for making the phone call without her permission.

Dylan made no comments about the girl\'s trick. "I brought a doctor here. Let the doctor have a look at you, okay?"

"Okay. You\'re so nice to me, Dylan." Charlotte nodded and said sweetly.

The nursing assistant hurried downstairs. After a while, she went upstairs with the doctor.

"Nothing\'s wrong with Miss Rowe," the doctor examined Charlotte carefully and said to Dylan, "she\'s still weak. In order to exorcise the residual influence, you should make sure that she takes medicine on time and has a good rest. Don\'t worry. Nothing serious."

Dylan nodded. Since she was fine, he should go early. He was about to go downstairs with the doctor when Charlotte stopped him. "Dylan!"

She seemed to have something to say to him. Dylan paused, let the doctor go first, and went back to her bed.

The nursing assistant went out silently.

There were only two people left in the bedroom. The air was quiet, making Charlotte a little nervous.

"Dylan, I\'m sorry to make you come here in the middle of the night. I know you must be tired..." she bit her lip and stared at him fondly.

Though she had not seen him for only a few hours, she missed him so much that she felt as if she had not seen him for many days.

Dylan was so perfect. The best sculptors in the world could not make a statue better than him.

She could not live without him. So, she would not let him marry another woman. She\'s the only woman who deserves to be Dylan\'s wife.

"Nothing," Dylan said drily, keeping her at arm\'s length.

Charlotte was a bit disappointed. Abruptly she raised herself on her feverish arms, but she reeled and nearly fell off the bed. Dylan threw an arm to hold her, trying to lay her back on the bed. Charlotte leaned forward and hugged his arm, holding him firmly.

"Dylan, I know you\'ve accompanied me for many days. I should not be too greedy... But I really don\'t want you to go. Stay with me tonight, okay?" Charlotte sobbed, pressing her soft body to him.

Dylan\'s face darkened. He pulled her away gently and stepped back. "You look sick. Take care of yourself."

Charlotte had a sense of loss as she stared at him.

Dylan left Savannah before their wedding and went to Chicago to take care of her for so many days. He should also have feelings for her.

But why? Why did he avoid her touching? He didn\'t even give her a hug.

"I\'ll ask the nursing assistant to look after you." Dylan turned and left.

Downstairs in the living room, Lionel had just asked the doctor about Charlotte\'s condition. After seeing the doctor off, he sat on the couch, deep in thought.

"Lionel." Dylan\'s voice pulled his mind back.

"How\'s Charlotte?"

"She\'s fine. I just wish she\'ll recover early," Dylan said drily as he sat on the sofa opposite Lionel.

Lionel gave a slight, apologetic cough and said, "sorry to mess up your wedding, Dylan. I never thought Charlotte would be so bold."