At this, he looked at Savannah with a grin and said mildly, "it's good to know you, Miss Schultz. See you." Then he turned and left the pavilion.
After the distinguished man went out of their sight, Olivia eagerly turned to Savannah, "this Mr. Rowe has a crush on you, doesn't he?"
Savannah burst out laughing, "what? I've only met him twice."
"So? Maybe he likes you at first sight!" Olivia laughed.
"He must have known that I'm pregnant," replied Savannah, with a shake of her head, "do you think such a good man would want to go after a pregnant woman?"
Her baby bump was becoming more and more obvious, and though she was wearing loose clothes, anyone could see it with a close look.
She noticed that Lionel's eyes fell on her belly now and then, and he must have guessed it. However, he didn't ask any questions about her pregnancy, which impressed her very favorably. He respected others' privacy and didn't embarrass her. He was a real gentleman.
Olivia was not convinced, "he's a businessman, and he must have assistants and secretaries who will provide him any information he wants. What's more, from the way he looked at you, I could say the thing is not that simple... I don't know exactly, but I'm sure he's up to something."
Savannah stood and thought for a while. She had a strange feeling too. That's true, Lionel's eyes were bright with curiosity and interest when falling on her. But she could sense that he had no malicious intent. "Maybe it's his nature," Savannah concluded with a smile.
As they talked, Emma came over with the two bodyguards. "It's getting late, Miss Schultz. Shall we go back now?"
Old Sterling had told her not to stay out for too long. In order to get out smoothly next time, Savannah nodded and left the park obediently with Olivia.
The driver started the car, and it scorched down the road. Not far away, two figures walked out from behind the flower bed, watching the car leaving.
"Mr. Rowe, are you fond of this young lady?" asked the assistant as he glanced at Lionel.
The world was too small, or because of fate, his young master met the girl again when he came to LA. He remembered the girl who looked like Mrs. Rowe, of course.
But he didn't expect that his young master would take the initiative to talk with Miss Schultz for a long time.
"Didn't you see whose car she's in?" Lionel said dryly, "never offend Dylan Sterling's woman. Sterling's heartless and cruel in business, and this girl is obviously his private lover."
The assistant saw it, too.
"Then why are you so interested in her, sir?" the assistant could not help asking, "because she looks like your mother, Mrs. Rowe?"
"My mother was married once before she married into the Rowe family, and she has a daughter. I remember that her ex-husband's name is Schultz." Lionel narrowed his eyes in deep thought.
The assistant took a deep breath, "Sir, you mean…this girl might be Mrs. Rowe's daughter that she gave birth to her ex-husband?"
It's possible. And the probability was high. Otherwise, such a coincidence would have been impossible.
Her age, appearance, and last name all matched Mrs. Rowe's daughter.
Lionel said nothing, but his silence gave his attitude.
"But… I heard that Mrs. Rowe's daughter was..." the assistant took a breath and said, hesitatingly.
Lionel opened up his hand. In his palm, there was a single brown hair that he took away from Savannah's back quietly.
He wrapped the hair in a clean handkerchief and handed it to his assistant, "have it tested."
He would know the answer soon.
* * *
The driver sent Olivia home first and then took Savannah back to Sterling's house.
Savannah got off and walked into the house in Emma's company. Her footsteps slowed down when she saw Dylan sitting on the sofa in the living room.
The state of silent violence between them had lasted for a long time, so long that she could hardly remember when exactly she had last seen him.
He was talking with old Sterling about the official business of the Sterling Group, his sexy lips opening and closing, and he looked immaculate in his suit.
"Miss Schultz is back." The servant shouted as Savannah's footsteps came. Dylan stopped talking and turned his head.
Savannah did not look at him, but she could feel his gaze, unwavering and intense, falling on her. She shrank away from his eyes and looked at old Sterling, "Sir, I'm back. I'll go upstairs first."
Dylan's eyes deepened when he found himself ignored by her again.
Old Sterling didn't know why the relationship between his son and Savannah was intense these days, but he could understand that frequent quarrels were normal for young couples. He noticed the unhappy look on Dylan's face and tried to create opportunities for his son, saying to Savannah, "no hurry, Savannah. You must be hungry after going out for half a day. The meal is almost ready. Let's eat early today." Then he turned to his old butler, "Cooper, ask the maid to serve the dinner."
Savannah nodded and had to go to the dining-room with them together.
When the dishes were served, old Sterling picked the fork and said, "well, let's get started." Then he gestured to his son, "Dylan, Savannah likes fish, and it's beyond her reach. You should help her."
Dylan paused, picked up a nice piece of fish, and put it into Savannah's plate.
As Savannah watched his hand approach her with the piece of fish, an uncontrollable psychological resistance came to her. She quickly grabbed the dish and set it aside, as if Dylan had caught something disgusting to her!
The piece of fish dropped on the table, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet!
Dylan's hand was in the air. His face darkened.