267 Chapter 267: You Know What You Did

Mike was amazed. He stopped and spat, "damn, you're pregnant?"

Savannah breathed a sigh of relief and held the torn garment in place, hurrying towards the door. Mike recovered and took two more steps to drag her back.

"What do you want? I'm pregnant!" Savannah shot him a venomous glance as she struggled hard.

"Oh, I've never fucked pregnant women! Today is the day to have a try." Mike rubbed a hand to her soft cheek and then pulled her to him with another hand.

"Let me see where you can go now," said Mike with a sly grin. He held Savannah in place and lowered his head to kiss her neck, but before he could touch her skin, Savannah got her knees up and hit the vital part between his legs with all her strength!

"Ah--" Mike shrieked and jumped up with his hands covering there!

Savannah pushed him away and ran to the door of the box again.

"Damn you, bitch, you want to leave after you kicked me? In your dreams!"

Her kicking brought out his worst temper! He fought off the pain and ran to draw her back by pulling her hair!

Being seized by her ponytail, Savannah fell in Mike's arms with her beautiful hair falling across her back.

Before Savannah could move, she was thrown to the big sofa! Mike laughed when she saw her staring at him in terror, her white face and panic expression made Mike more excited.

He moved slowly to the little woman and was about to tear her clothes when the door of the box was knocked on heavily!

Savannah immediately began to cry, "Help! Anybody! Help!"

Mike quickly covered Savannah's mouth. "We don't need wine or any service!" shouted Mike impatiently, and he thought it was just a waiter.

The knock on the door stopped for a moment, and then, with a boom, the door opened with a heavy kick!

A black tall figure strode in. He looked purple with rage, and his eyes were turning dark. He seemed to be a deity coming straight from the infernal regions, and no one would be surprised if he killed the man who pressed Savannah on the sofa at once. Mile was still gaping when Dylan picked him up, threw him to the ground, and swung his fist down, again and again.

Savannah gasped and sat straighten up. Dylan came!

At the door stood two bodyguards.

Both of them knew how furious Mr. Sterling was at the moment, and of course, they did not disturb him. They just stood silently at the door and let Mr. Sterling vent his anger himself.

Mr. Sterling had learned Thai boxing and military sports boxing, and it's quite easy for him to handle a small gangster.

Savannah exclaimed, only to see that Dylan readily responded and gripped Mike's wrist and twisted. Mike uttered a shriek of pain, and the bottle fell to the ground from his distorted hand.

Then he repeated his kicks and blows on him.

Mike had no strength to fight back at all. He cried and begged for mercy because of pain, but Dylan replied with another hit sock in his nose.

After the last blow, Mike spat blood, collapsed to the ground, and passed out. Dylan stood up straight and turned to Savannah on the sofa.

His eyes were still framed with anger. Savannah knew he must be very angry at herself at the moment, but he wouldn't give her a good beating.

Before she could say anything, Dylan stepped over, took off his coat, and wrapped her in it. Then he picked her up and walked out of the box.

Curling up in his arms and feeling his anger, Savannah did not dare to move or ask why he arrived in time.

She made a blunder. She secretly investigated Olivia's case in spite of his order, and sneaked into the bar in the middle of the night, and was almost taken advantage of by a hooligan...

Everything was inexcusable.

The more silent he was, the more frightened Savannah became. She knew this was the lull before the storm. Maybe she should take the initiative to admit mistakes rather than waiting for his punishment…

Everything around them quieted down when Dylan walked out of the bar. Holding her in his arms, Dylan ordered the bodyguard to drive the car over.

Taking a deep breath, Savannah held him closer round the neck and bit her lip before she murmured, "Dylan... I'm sorry... I know, I shouldn't keep this from you..."

Dylan looked forward into the dark, sullenly. He remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he lowered his handsome face, which was colder than the moonlight, staring at her. He opened his mouth with an ironic smile. "You know what you are doing, and you know you are pregnant, don't you?"

"I know... But you don't allow me to investigate Olivia's case. I couldn't stand to see her lying in the hospital... Every time I think of Olivia, I felt guilty that she has become this because of me! I can't eat or sleep well... I found a clue days before, but I'm afraid you would stop me again, so I have to investigate it privately..." She dared not look into his eyes but lowered her head, waiting for his punishment.

She knew she had gone too far this time.

She would not be surprised even if he used the most severe means to punish her.

However, he just wrapped his suit around her a bit tighter.

She looked up and saw Dylan's fierce eyes staring at her.

"Even if I don't allow you to investigate, you should tell me when you found new clues." He said dryly.

"What if you confine me in the house again after you know that I keep investigating the case?" muttered Savannah.

"So, you'd rather ask Kevin for help?" a mocking voice asked, full of sour envy.

She chose Kevin, not him, her baby's father, when she needed the help most.

Obviously, Kevin's position in her mind was much higher than his.

"H-h-how do you know..." Savannah stammered.

"Kevin knows that you're coming to the bar tonight. He's afraid you might run into danger, so he called me." Dylan stared at the little woman in his arms with a sneer.

Savannah was in a daze. That was to say, when he phoned her and asked if she had slept just now, he already knew she was in the bar, and probably he was on the way here.

What really annoyed him was not that she sneaked out to investigate Olivia's case, but she'd rather ask Kevin for help than ask him...

"You two are really close." His tone was colder.