138 Chapter 138: An Evil Plan

Dylan's black brows frowned at Savannah as if to blame her for coming too late.

"Hey there, love, what took you so long?" His tone was full of tenderness.

Abby, startled, turned around.

Savannah took a deep breath, and a forced smile twisted her lips.

"I'm so sorry, Dylan, I was talking to your father," she said, and with that, she walked over, took Dylan's arm, and deliberately shook his arm gently as if begging forgiveness. She pretended to be so coquettish that she even felt sick herself.

The little woman was usually incredibly stubborn, however, but she was willing to put on a show for now.

Though she was only there to help him get rid of Abby, he enjoyed her performance.

Looking at the little woman in his arms, he raised a finger to her chin and lifted her head up.

"A sorry is not enough, dear."

"Then what do you want?" asked Savannah softly.

"You should know that…" Dylan said, his voice hardly above a whisper, and tugged her closer to him.

Abby's expression changed as she regarded their intimate position. Her hands, hanging at her sides, clenched into fists. But she still didn't move.

Savannah wanted to groan – but knew that would set Abby off. She just wanted her to leave! If Abby didn't give up, Dylan would not let her go. She gritted her teeth and stood on her feet and kissed Dylan on the cheek.

"Is this enough?"

Abby couldn't suffer this scene anymore. She stamped her foot and turned, heading towards the living room in anger.

Savannah heaved a sigh of relief. She tried to push Dylan away but was pulled back by his strong arms. She lifted her head just in time to catch his intense eyes.

"Abby…has left," Savannah murmured.

Despite that being true, Dylan couldn't deny the heat that Savannah's small kiss had put in him.

If they were not in the Sterling's house, he might have taken the little woman straight upstairs... Then he mocked himself inwardly since when he had become so needy? Unable to keep himself from wanting to sleep with her and hold her at every moment – as if he'd never had a woman before. Was it because this little woman had cast a spell on him? He was unable to control himself every time he touched her.

He repressed his desire with difficulty and released her.

Savannah heaved a sigh of relief. Then, suddenly remembering something, she turned back to him. She bit her lip and pulled out a box, handing it out to him, "This is back to you."

In the moonlight, Dylan could see clearly it was the bracelet that had just been given to her by old Sterling.

"It's from your mother, and it's far too precious. She left it to her future daughter-in-law, and it's not right that I should get it. I didn't want to upset you or your father just now, so I accepted, but now you might as well take it back," Savannah said.

Dylan's face clouded, and Savannah continued.

"I mean it's too valuable, I can't take it. I'm afraid I'll break it," Savannah smile bitterly.

"Are you a fool? Can't you take good care of a bracelet? Is it easily broken?"

Savannah was speechless.

Dylan put the box back in her hand. "You will be held responsible if you break it."

Savannah took a breath, and an invisible force caused her to take the bracelet back. She looked up at him, and he held her gaze steadily, as if with affection.

Her heartbeat quickened every time he looked at her like that. She felt as if she was his most precious treasure.

This feeling of her quickening heartbeat made her want to escape.

"It's getting late. We should head back home soon," Dylan took her hand and walked inside.

They went back to the living room and sat back on the sofa, hands still clasped.

Susan was comforting Abby, who was in a bad mood. She sniffed when she saw them coming in hand in hand. Savannah, however, just looked right through Susan.

Before they left, Savannah went to the guest bathroom on the second floor.

When she came out, she saw a familiar figure standing in front of her. It was her cousin, Valerie.

Frowning a little, she did not think it was a coincidence to see Valerie here. She did not want to speak to Valerie, so she skirted Valerie and was about to go downstairs.

"Stop!" Valerie shouted with clenched teeth when she saw that Savannah ignored her.

Valerie hurried forward to grab Savannah's arm and pulled her back!

"What do you want?" Savannah pulled her arm away. She stepped back two steps to avoid being pushed to the ground by her cousin again. Valerie had done that at the mall last time.

"What do I want? That's what I want to ask you! How long are you going to pester Mr. Sterling? Do you really think this is your home?" Valerie taunted.

Savannah turned to Valerie, "Do you think I really want to come here? And just because it's not my home doesn't mean it's yours, either. Don't forget, your husband is only the grandson of old Sterling, and his family name is not Sterling! You and Devin were invited here by old Sterling because of your pregnancy. Understand?"

With that, she made her way to the stairs.

Valerie caught up with Savannah and continued, "Savannah, can't you stop lying? I know you're upset because Devin and I got married, and you're pretending to be obsessed with Dylan to piss us off, right? Dylan just treats you like a plaything. Leave him, leave the Sterlings, okay?" She said as she took Savannah's hand again.

"Valerie, I suggest you see a psychiatrist!" Savannah held back her anger and pulled her arm back.

Valerie, with a cold smile on her lips, suddenly quickened her pace, charging straight for Savannah.

Damn it! Was Valerie trying to push her down? Savannah stepped back to avoid her, shocked when, rather than run into her, Valerie flung herself down the stairs.

Her heavily pregnant body fell down, landing in a heap at the bottom.

Savannah was startled. She did not expect Valerie to make such a move!

"AHHH--- Help! Mrs. Yontz fell down the stairs!" A sudden scream sounded downstairs.