197 Chapter 197: The Older, The Wiser

Dylan sniffed lazily at the scent remaining in his arms.

Savannah, seeing that old Sterling still looked a little pale, could not help asking, "What can I do for you, sir? Is it useful to take medicine only? Shall I ask the doctor to visit you?"

Old Sterling felt heartwarming to see Savannah care about him so much, and then a little sad.

If only Susan could be so sensible.

Well, even if his daughter did not know how to behave properly, it was also nice to have such a considerate daughter-in-law.

It was a pity that Savannah's relationship with Dylan was so far unclear, not to mention marriage.

He really couldn't understand what's in Dylan's mind, let alone his ideas on love.

An idea quickly ensued in old Sterling.

"Heart problem," he sighed, right hand over his chest, "I'm not in the best of health, and there have been ups and downs. But I don't need a doctor. I will be alright after taking medicine."

"How's that? At least you'll see a doctor before everything gets worse." Savannah said anxiously.

"It's all right, good girl. If you're really worried about me, stay at the Sterling's house for a few days and keep me company. When the illness grows worse, you can send me to the hospital in time. Cooper's old and not as quick as you act." Old Sterling coughed again as he gave the butler a nudge.

Butler Cooper had been with old Sterling for decades and immediately caught his meaning. If Miss Schultz lives in the Sterling's house, Dylan will come back more often!

The older, the wiser!

"Yes. Miss Shultz," Cooper added hastily, "it would be nice if you could live here for a while."

Live at the Sterling's house? Would Dylan agree? Savannah could not help but cast a glance at Dylan.

Not surprisingly, Dylan's face changed, "with so many servants in the house, why should she stay here? She's not a medical student. She can't take care of my father."

"Don't worry, I don't need her to serve and pour or deliver medicine, and I won't get her tired." Old Sterling didn't give up, "even if there're so many servants in the house, no one wants to talk to me. I will feel more comfortable if Savannah could keep me company." Old Sterling knitted his brows tightly, gripping hard at his breast.

"She wouldn't want to." Dylan stood firm in his resolve and refused his father's request.

"That is to say, if she wants to, you will agree?" Old Sterling immediately looked piteously at Savannah, "Savannah, will you?"

Looking at old Sterling, Savannah didn't have the heart to turn down his request. Old Sterling was not in good health in the recent period, and he suffered heavily from what happened to Susan tonight. He really needed someone to talk with.

"I will." She blurted out.

Dylan's face turned black. He approached Savannah and whispered, "Are you sure?" A tone of menace entered into his voice.

"Don't try to frighten Savannah, Dylan!" Old Sterling saw his son's intentions.

With old Sterling backing her up, Savannah naturally grew bold. "Well, since your father is in poor health, I'll spend the next few days with him." She blinked at Dylan's displeasure in his eyes.

"Sir, just let Miss Schultz stay at the Sterling's house for a few days. We won't do her any harm anyway." Butler Cooper said.

Old Sterling covered his chest again as if he was about to fall down.

Dylan watched the two people acting to get his sympathy, speechless. His father was good at acting, right? Why didn't he become an actor instead of a businessman? However, he knew his father was really no longer strong.

"Hmm." In the end, he gave a somewhat grudging acquiescence.

"Cooper, let the servants prepare a room for Savannah!" Old Sterling ordered merrily.

"Yes, sir." The butler quickly called some servants to make arrangements.

Old Sterling then turned to Dylan again. "It's getting late. Aren't you ready to leave? Remember, contact Henley and tell me some good news."

Dylan choked by a breath. Now his father couldn't wait to get him out?

Cooper almost burst out with a laugh. Since old Sterling kept Savannah, did he need to worry about when Dylan would come back again?

He was playing hard-to-get!

A cloud came over the face of Dylan. "You go back first." Savannah quickly whispered, and then she said to old Sterling, "I'll send Dylan out."

Old Sterling nodded.

Dylan took a cold look at old Sterling and Savannah before he flounced out of the house.

Savannah hurriedly followed him out.

Out of the villa, Dylan's car had been driven out of the garage by the driver and was parked under the vintage street light.

The chilling wind made Savannah shiver all over. She was worried that he might get angry, biting her lip, "I'll be back in a few days."

His shoes produced a squeaky sound as he stopped in front of his car, giving a hard, cold echo. His long shadow was thrown in the street light in a gloomy way.

Old Sterling felt comfortable now, but the thought that he might not see her for the next few days made him irritable.

Though he didn't go to Beverly Hills every day because of too much work, he knew that she was waiting for him there, at least.

Before Savannah could respond, he turned around, put a hot hand on her slender waist, and pulled her over, pushing her against the car. His other hand grabbed her hair and yanked down, bringing her face up, and his lips were on hers. Savannah moaned into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening. He fixed his charming eyes on Savannah, his tongue expertly exploring her mouth. Savannah was helpless, her face held, and his hips were restraining her. She felt his erection against her belly.

"What are you doing...? Someone's watching…" Savannah murmured as she tried to push him away, blushing furiously.

"Let them see. You won't go back for a few days, shouldn't you satisfy me now?" His voice was intoxicating, his words heady, seductive.

Savannah was always afraid that their relationships would be found out by others. But he never cared about that.

He didn't care if they would be seen by those reporters or the servants of the Sterling's house.

Without taking his eyes off hers, his hand trailed up from her hip to her waist and up to her breast.

How dare she stay at the Sterling's house without his permission? Did she ignore his existence?

As his hand gently cupped her breast, Savannah moaned once more into his mouth. A tremor ran through her whole body. Luckily, no one could see Dylan's movement because of the darkness.

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Love lots!

Anna Shannel Lin