Dylan knew she was angry about his rude attitude towards Lionel just now. But he was more annoyed when she mentioned that.
He grunted in discontent and said, "Who was to blame? Don't you know what you do wrong yet? You didn't tell me when you felt sick, but tell another man and enjoyed the care and help from him! Is Lionel the dad of the baby in your belly?"
"What you care about is not that I might have a relationship with a man," retorted Savannah coldly, "you're angry because my face is exactly the same with that girl, right?"
She never thought of questioning him in this way. She had intended to keep it to herself even when he asked her why she was giving him the silent treatment these days.
But now, at last, she could not hold it any longer.
After burying this matter in her heart for so long, she felt light when she finally said it out.
The tension between them suddenly became greater. A few seconds later, Dylan stared at her and said icily, "what do you mean?"
She looked up at him and asked again with some appearance of scorn, "Do I really look like the girl you've been looking for?"
"Who told you that?" Dylan frowned and knew it was the reason why she gave him cold treatment these days.
"It's not important. Just tell me the answer." Savannah said coolly. Her voice seemed to shiver, and her hands, hanging at her sides, clenched themselves into fists.
Dylan could feel the uncontrolled emotion in her, frowning. She was not feeling well now, so he didn't want to discuss the past with her at this time. "We can talk about it later," he said as he tried to pull her to the car.
"No! I need your answer now!" Savannah cried and threw off his hand. She finally had the courage to bring that up, why should they talk about it later?
She didn't want to think about it every hour and every minute any longer. He had to tell her what's in his mind clearly today.
Taking a deep breath, she continued, "you signed an agreement with me, regardless of my fiancée and left me in your house, and even let me get pregnant... that's all because I look like the girl who had saved you, right?"
Dylan looked at her quietly without a word. He didn't want her to be too excited at this condition, and what he should do now was to take her back first.
But Savannah translated his silence as a tacit admission.
Her eyes overflowed with pain, and the pain in her heart almost killed her.
Actually, when she was in a war with him these days, she still cherished the hope that she had misunderstood him. She imagined that he would tell him it's all Devin's trick, and he left her beside him not because she looked like another girl.
If it were not for the face of his dream girl, she would be nothing to him.
He doted on her, cared about her, and saved her out every time she was in danger, all because he wanted to protect another girl's face.
She was only a doll who carried his love and emotion for another girl. Oh, maybe she was just more than an inflatable doll, after all, she had to satisfy him on his bed.
Probably, he insisted on making her pregnant, not to struggle for money and power, but to satisfy his selfish desires.
What he really wanted was to have children with the girl he had never found. Unfortunately, he couldn't find that girl, so he could only project his feelings and thoughts on her instead.
Savannah's thoughts were in a tangle. Clearly, she could not think rationally at this moment. She staggered back with wobbly legs.
"Let's go home first." Dylan rubbed his brow and said with a sigh. He really didn't have much experience consoling girls.
However, Savannah felt that he avoided this topic now because he had nothing to say. A dim, sick, faint feeling came over her again.
It was her body feeling ill just now, but at this time, she felt sick at heart. She had even been moved and promised him that she would give birth to his baby after he saved her out of the fire.
That was really funny! How stupid she was!
Pretending not to hear him, she turned and moved on.
Seeing this, Dylan didn't say anything more. He stepped forward and lifted her up in his hot arms, striding to the car.
"Go away! Leave me alone!" Savannah struggled, and her feet kicked, but Dylan held her so firmly that she couldn't get free.
Dylan quickly put her into the back of the car, slipped the belt into buckled, and pulled tight---so tight she was almost tied up to the seat. Then he shut the door, returned to the driver's seat, and locked the windows in case she might do any dangerous thing to hurt herself and the baby.
When they arrived at Sterling's house, he opened the back door and bent over to get her out.
"Let me go! Now that we come back, I can go myself!" As soon as he unfastened her seatbelt, Savannah began to struggle again.
"Be good, and I'll let you go yourself." Dylan pulled her gently out of the seat and then put his arms under her, ready to pick her up
Savannah gritted her teeth, and all of a sudden, she hit the vital part between his inner thighs with her knee!
Dylan did not expect her sudden attack. He emitted a low cry of pain and relaxed his grasp. Savannah took advantage and slipped out of the car; she gathered up her skirts, pushed him away, and rushed to the house.
"Damn!" Dylan threw the car key to the dumbfounded male servant behind them and ran after the little woman.
Savannah quickened her pace as the footsteps came closer, her skirt swaying violently. Just then, old Sterling heard the sound of the car and walked out. Seeing the old man at the door, Savannah rushed to him and hid her behind him, "Sir!"
Dylan strode over and stopped at the door, staring coldly at the little woman behind his father.
"Why are you back so early?" asked old Sterling in surprise. He had been worried about Savannah since Dylan took her out, but he didn't expect them to return so soon.
"Hmm... I was not feeling well, so I came back early." Savannah replied hurriedly.