105 Chapter 105: Are You Willing To Have My Baby?

Why did Dylan take such a fancy to Savannah, but ignoring noblewomen from titled families like her?

Abby clenched her fist in secret, angry and jealous. Before she could say anything, Dylan stood up and walked toward her, pulling her into his arms.

"Dylan..."Abby was pleasantly surprised as if she had gone from hell to heaven.

"Would you like to have my baby?" Dylan asked in Abby's ears, his voice low and husky.

Abby froze, "Ah, what?"

"Are you willing to have my baby? "He repeated, glancing defiantly at Savannah.

She refused to give him a baby, but there were many women who were willing to.

Abby turned around. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Dylan asked her to have a baby with him? Oh, my gosh! Wasn't that a dream?

A smile as bright as a firecracker exploded across her face. She quickly nodded, without her usual haughty reserved carriage, fearing that she might miss the chance. "Yes, of course, I will! My biggest dream is to have a baby for you."

Maybe it was because of Abby's words, Savannah felt really sick. The air around her became tense and stale, making her suffocate.

She turned her head, wrapped herself in the bathrobe, and strode away.

***

Savannah changed her clothes in another dressing room and was about to leave the resort.

Walking to the entrance door of the resort, she happened to meet several models who had just finished shooting. They were talking and laughing as they walked.

"Did you hear that Mr. Sterling had just come to the resort?"

"Oh my gosh, I wish I could stay and see Mr. Sterling! He is my dream guy!"

"Why don't we stay and see if we can meet Mr. Sterling. Maybe we could have a romantic affair…"

"Stop dreaming. Even if you meet him, nothing will happen. I heard from the staff of the resort that Mr. Sterling came with a woman companion who comes from the White family."

"The White family? Do you mean the daughter of the White family? Oh, there is really no chance for me. Miss White, the heiress of the White family, is a rich and beautiful young lady!"

"Well, I haven't heard that Mr. Sterling has a real girlfriend. Is that Miss White his girlfriend?"

"I suppose so, otherwise, why would Mr. Sterling take her to the resort? I just heard from staff in the housing department that Mr. Sterling has booked a room for tonight. It is the most romantic suite for lovers in Arcadia."

"Wow... I envy her…"

The most romantic suite for lovers in Arcadia.

They will enjoy a wonderful night.

Maybe Dylan will get Abby pregnant this time, as he wished.

Savannah's lips quirked up in a bitter smile. Well, it would be fine if Dylan had a real girlfriend.

Wasn't that what she had been looking forward to since her first day in Beverly Hills?

Thinking of this, she turned and strode out of the resort, stopping a taxi, "Beverly Hills."

The car sped back downtown.

Savannah lowered the window and let the cool wind come in.

Her heart, shifting all night, was at peace now.

The evening lights were gradually lit. Looking at those lovebirds on the street with envy, Savannah felt her thoughts becoming turbulent again. Some unspeakable images came unbidden to her mind.

Dylan and Abby must be together now. They were standing beneath the star-strewn sky at the resort; Dylan's arms were around Abby's waist, and Abby viewed him with the most affectionate glance...

They embraced and entered the room together, took off their clothes, and kissed and touched each other's body...

Holy shit!

"Savannah, what are you thinking? Why is your mind full of these strange thoughts!"

She bit her lip and shook her head hard to cut it out.

However, once the thoughts came, they could hardly be removed.

And suddenly, she didn't want to go back to Beverly Hills for the time being. Anyway, he would spend the night with Abby, so he cared nothing about her returning time tonight.

"Excuse me, I don't want to go to Beverly Hills. The Mission of Hope Orphanage, please."

The taxi turned and sped to the other side of the town.

Soon, they stopped at the door of the orphanage.

Although the orphanage was not gorgeous and splendid as the villa in Beverly Hills, it was simple and homey, making her calm and less restless.

The old director did not expect her to come at this time. He hurried out to welcome her in.

Tony and Kitty hadn't gone to bed yet.

Because Kevin often came to teach them to draw, the two kids loved to paint recently. They spent all day and night in the art room, so they neglected their sleep and meals.

Savannah asked the old director to rest, and she went into the art room to accompany the two kids.

She sat by and watched them beavering away at their painting, "Much better than last time."

"Well, Kevin is a good teacher!" Kitty said proudly.

"Yeah, brother Kevin is great. When I grow up, my painting will be true to life too!"

Kevin brother...

Savannah felt a little sad. She had not seen Kevin for a long time.

Kevin must have been totally disappointed when he saw her with Dylan.

Just then, Kitty's childish voice interrupted her train of thought. "Sister Savannah, are you unhappy today?"

Savannah paused. "Kitty, why do you say that... "

"Because you have something on your mind every time you come here." Although Kitty was young in age, she was acutely observant. Maybe she would become a psychologist when she grew up.

Tony put down his paintbrush and looked at Savannah. "Who bullied you, I'll beat him up for you!"

"You are so stupid," Kitty said. "The one that makes a girl unhappy is always a boy, so the one that has made Savannah unhappy must be the man she likes."

Savannah froze. What the hell? No!

Dylan did make her feel bad, but how could she possibly like him?!

"Kitty, don't talk nonsense. Go ahead and draw your pictures. Didn't Kevin tell you that you shouldn't be distracted while painting?" She patted Kitty on the head gently.

Kitty and Tony finally stopped talking and continued to draw.

Time passed, and the night deepened.

"Well, it's getting late. You should go back to bed." Savannah stood up and was ready to send them back to their rooms.

"Sister Savannah, I'm not sleepy. Can I paint a moment longer?" Kitty demanded petulantly.

Savannah shook her head. "No, you must sleep to conserve your strength, and then you can make your pictures better."