Savannah tried to defend herself, but the bodyguard had already driven the car over.
Dylan didn't say anything more. He asked the driver to open the rear door and put her in, and then he went around to the front passenger seat and slammed the door.
Savannah gasped. Dylan must be very angry at her; otherwise, he wouldn't sit in the front seat alone.
"Sir, your hand..." The bodyguard screamed in surprise in the driver's seat. It seemed that he found something wrong with Dylan.
Leaning forward, Savannah saw that there were some blood marks on the back of Dylan's right hand. Was he hurt by the broken glass?
The beer bottle was broken into pieces after falling down from Mike's hand, and Dylan hurt himself when Mike struggled roughly in the fight.
Dylan took one look at his hand, "I'm all right."
"Shall I drive you to the hospital to get it bandaged, sir? Looks serious, and what if you get a lockjaw…" the bodyguard advised.
"No." Dylan's face was clouded, and his tone was a little annoyed. He was in no mood to go to the hospital now.
"Dylan… you'd better go to the hospital..." Savannah said weakly in the back seat.
Anyway, he was hurt for her.
Dylan's eyes flickered with sarcasm when he heard her voice. "If you really care about me, don't cause others trouble again! Drive!" He said coldly without turning back.
The bodyguard had to start the engine.
Savannah rolled her eyes, suddenly bent and covered her belly, looking as if in pain, "oh…"
"What's up, Miss Schultz?" The bodyguard exclaimed when he saw how Savannah looked in the rear mirror.
Dylan turned around, and his face changed too. "What's wrong?"
"I… my belly hurts..." Savannah did well in acting, and she began to squirm on the seat.
Dylan ordered the bodyguard to stop. He got out of the car, opened the rear door, and climbed in. "What's troubling you?" He looked at her nervously.
"It's only a tummy ache..." Savannah mumbled.
"Oh, the unborn child…" whispered the bodyguard, sounding worried.
"Hospital!" Dylan immediately ordered.
"Yes, sir." The bodyguard started the car right away.
Savannah breathed a sigh of relief when she got what she wanted.
The car whirled down the street. Savannah continued to pretend sickness with her hands covering her belly. After a short while, Dylan pulled her into his arms with his big hands and made her sit on his lap.
"Dylan..." Savannah gasped, looking up at him.
"You'll feel warmer in this way." He was looking out the window at the night view of the city, and his eyes were still cold.
There was little traffic, so they made good time on their trip to the hospital.
Dylan walked into the hospital with Savannah in his arms. Having received advance notice, two nurses were already waiting at the door. They helped Savannah to the examination as soon as Dylan put her down.
After Savannah was pushed in, the bodyguard came forward and said, "Sir, please go to the hospital and have your hand dressed."
Dylan began to feel the pain in his hand. He looked down at his hand and finally walked into an emergency room.
Jacob was on duty tonight. When he heard that Savannah was sent to the examination room, he specially came to her and asked the doctor about her condition.
After a while, Savannah finished the examination and walked out in the company of the nurse and Jacob.
On the corridor of the hospital, Dylan sat upright on a bench, closing his eyes for a res. He looked tired.
Savannah sighed with relief when she saw the wound on his hand had been bound up. She walked over and said softly, "Dylan."
Dylan was not asleep. He immediately opened his eyes and stood up when he heard Savannah's voice. Then he saw Jacob, "how is Savannah?"
"She's fine. The baby's all right too." Jacob walked to him.
"Fine? She looked in pain just now. Did you find the cause? Would you like to check again? Or should she be hospitalized for observation?" Dylan wasn't convinced.
Jacob laughed. Dylan was always coolly self-possessed, but he became a little irrational in front of Savannah. Was it because he concerned Savannah too much? "Savannah's really okay, and you look much worse than her. Look at your hand!"
Savannah busily nodded, "I'm much better. I was just too nervous just now..."
Dylan frowned, looking at Savannah's ruddy face, and he guessed immediately. The little woman deliberately let him go to the hospital to dress his wound up by appearing sick.
He cooled down a little.
Since she tried this means to let him go to the hospital, she cared for him sincerely, right?
It seemed that he was not that bad in her eyes compared to Kevin.
Thinking of this, Dylan's face relaxed. He took Savannah's hand with his left hand. "Then let's go back. You should not stay in the hospital for too long."
Jacob was speechless. Didn't he just want Savannah to stay here for further observation? Now he became very anxious to leave!
Savannah waved good-bye to Jacob and left the hospital with Dylan.
They were standing at the gate of the hospital, waiting for the bodyguard to take the car.
"Don't think you can get away with your mistake by flattering me," Dylan said dryly as he tipped back her head.
Savannah looked into his dark eyes in surprise. Did he know it?
"From today on, you can only say to me when you have any trouble. I'm your man, and I'm the father of the baby in your tummy. Remember?" Dylan ordered coldly and wrapped her with his coat.
"Yes. I remember." Savannah replied softly.
Just then, the bodyguard pulled the car up to them. Dylan was about to lead her into the car when Savannah stopped and ventured to ask,
"Now that Kevin has contacted you, you should have known that the baby in Valerie's belly is not Devin's. The little gangster in the box is the man who had a one-night stand with Valerie and made Valerie pregnant... I want the man to denounce Valerie, can I?"
She felt that he seemed to be in a better mood, so she told him what she planned next and asked for his permission.
Under the cold moonlight, Dylan slowly turned and stared at her. "No way."
"Why?" Savannah didn't expect him to say no, "I've found out that man. Why can't I denounce Valerie?"
"Because it's useless," Dylan said sarcastically.