200 Chapter 200: A Man In Compelling Desire

She entered the room, ready to close the door. Just then, a long leg was thrust in to stop the door from closing.

Before Savannah knew it, the door was pushed open, and a tall figure strode in and slammed the door in front of her.

There was silence inside the room. Only their breathing could be heard.

In front of Savannah, the man's beautiful eyes, black as the deepest night, shone with enchanting luster. Savannah swallowed slightly as her gaze moved from his straight nose to his full, silent lips. "You... Why did you go upstairs?" It was a long time before she stammered and reacted.

Dylan looked around the room. It was thoroughly cleaned, and everything was arranged in perfect order. Good, the servants did not neglect her.

Since the little woman lived here, the room, which had been vacant for so long, became a little more lifeful.

"This seems to be my room. Is it strange to see me come and have a look?" He wandered slowly about the suite.

"You finished talking with your dad? Why not go down to accompany him?" Savannah bit her lip.

"He's not a three-year-old boy, and he doesn't need my company," Dylan replied drily.

His indifferent words stumped Savannah. It seemed that he had no intention of leaving for the moment. "By the way, is Henley still asking for a divorce?"

"Didn't you hear that?" Dylan gave Savannah a displeased look. When he was speaking to old Sterling downstairs, he had spotted the little woman standing behind a wall, and she should have overheard their conversation.

Clearly, she asked him again to shift the subject. Was she afraid that he would take her now?

Was he so awful in her mind? She looked as if she couldn't bear staying alone with him.

"Well... I just heard a little…" Savannah admitted in a low voice.

He raised his chin slightly and looked at her with a distant, aloof smile. "Satisfied?"

In fact, Savannah still felt a bit of pity for Donna.

Even though Susan was now abandoned by her husband, it was nothing when compared with what Donna had suffered.

Just because Susan was the daughter of the Sterling family?

But Susan was Dylan's sister after all, and it was impossible for Dylan actually to put her in jail.

Even if Dylan agreed, old Sterling and the whole Sterling family would never allow it to happen.

So Savannah didn't say anything more, "satisfied," she nodded.

Dylan searched her face casually, and there was a slight loss on her face. He could guess what she was thinking.

Susan did something wrong, but she wouldn't be punished for it.

After all, the little girl was too young to know the rules of the rich and powerful families; the reputation of the Sterling family couldn't be derogated.

She had already gotten the worst possible punishment—she was dumped by her husband in her middle age.

What's more, in this way, his sister would be so upset that she should have no time or spirit to find any trouble for Savannah.

He did not want to mention the subject again, which wasted his time with the little women. Raising his long fingers to her chin, he gazed at her, "it's your turn to answer my question."

"Ah?" Savannah lifted her head in surprise.

Her charming and dewy eyes touched the right chord in him, and her slightly parted lips caught his breath. An evasive and delicate fragrance drifted from her, made the muscle in his lower belly suddenly tight. "Why not talk to me just now? Don't you miss me after a few days apart? I'm not satisfied with your response." Dylan's voice was warm and husky like dark melted chocolate fudge caramel.

"I just went to the kitchen to pour the tea for you. What reaction do you want me to have?" Savannah pursed her lips. Did he expect her to greet him with a bear hug?

Impossible!

"Why don't you reply to my messages and phone calls these days?" Dylan asked slowly as he rubbed his thumb against the skin of her chin.

On her first night in the Sterling's house, she was a good girl, and she answered his text messages. Then, the following days, when he finished his work in the evening and sent her text messages, he got no reply, and she didn't answer his phone call.

This little cat became so bold under the shelter from his father!

Savannah tried not to roll her eyes at him. His text messages always came late at night, full of ambiguities or something... How did she respond? She still needed a good sleep!

"I went to bed early these days, and sometimes I talked with old Sterling downstairs or watched TV without my mobile phone, so I missed your calls. When I went upstairs and saw them, I'm afraid that you already fell asleep, that's why I did not answer you." That was an impressive reason!

It seemed that she refused to admit she was wrong.

She deserved punishment!

Dylan said nothing. He grabbed her before she fell and hoisted her into his arms, holding her close to his chest, and before she could utter a word, he leaned down and caught her lips. He kissed her passionately, forcing her lips apart with his tongue, taking no prisoners.

He used to be self-restrained.

He had no interest in sex, and he hated kissing. Even a slight kiss could make him uncomfortable. He always felt sick about exchanging saliva. How could humans like this stuff?

However, Savannah was different. Her lips were as soft as the delicious jelly, and her tongue was as sweet as the rose. Every time he kissed her, he enjoyed it.

Savannah lost her breath in his kiss. Who knew Dylan would have a French kiss all of a sudden? Startled by his attack, Savannah was too surprised that she didn't respond for a long time before she tried to push him away.

"Let me go... " She murmured weakly in his mouth.

As expected, Dylan ignored her resistance. Instead, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, and deepened the kiss.

How could he let her go easily after a few days without touching her?

His domineering tongue expertly explored her sweet mouth.

"Dylan... That's enough... We'll be heard by old Sterling and the servants." At last, Savannah could not stand it anymore, panting and mumbling for mercy as she took her breath, blushing like a carrot. She pressed her small hands against his chest, beating and striking. But her force was nothing to a man, a man in a compelling desire.