"No. Go back first." Charlotte didn't want to explain, then she added, "don't tell anyone where I went today."
After a moment of suspense, the driver nodded, "okay, Miss."
Then the car moved away from Bellomont.
* * *
Dylan put Savannah on the big bed in his bedroom and grabbed a towel to clean her up. He called a maid to prepare hot water in the bathroom, and after that, he bent down to pick her up.
Savannah shrank from his arms, murmuring, "I can wash myself."
Dylan stared at the blush on her cheeks, and then his eyes moved to her belly, his voice low and husky, "Still shy, Mrs. Sterling?"
In four or five months, their baby would come to the world, but the little woman was still so bashful that she refused him to bathe her.
He didn't insist this time. After all, she had too many mood swings today, and he did not want her embarrassment to increase her psychological burden, which might affect the baby and her health.
As soon as Dylan withdrew his hands, Savannah jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom.
Two minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Dylan replied.
Garwood pushed the door open and came in, he heard the water from the bathroom and then looked at his boss on the sofa. The gloom which had long been on Dylan's face was finally exorcised by that girl.
"I'll probably live here with her for a few days," Dylan said dryly.
"Okay, I'll ask Jack to arrange daily necessities for Miss Schultz." Garwood nodded and said. The relationship between Mr. Sterling and Miss Schultz had been strained for a long time. Now they made up, and they should stay together for a few days.
Then he glanced at the diamond ring on the table, taking his breath, and asked curiously, "How did you find it, sir?"
Before he came to the villa, Jack had told him about what happened--- Mr. Sterling jumped into the lake to look for the ring!
Obviously, Mr. Sterling found it. But Garwood knew the water was very deep, and the lake was different from a clear swimming pool. How could Mr. Sterling find the small ring without touching every stone in the lake? It was like fishing for a needle in the ocean!
Dylan leaned back and crossed his knees, half-smiling, "How did I find it?"
Garwood looked at an eager question at his boss.
Dylan smiled mysteriously, "come over."
Garwood hurried over, leaned close to Dylan, waiting for his boss to satisfy his curiosity.
"It's a secret. I won't tell you." Dylan laughed.
Garwood was speechless. Men in love were really boring!
Garwood got his face under control, turned, and left.
As the door closed, Dylan's gaze fell back on the diamond ring on the table.
How did he do it?
Prepare two identical rings in advance.
He had expected that the proposal would not go well, and according to the little woman's temper, she might throw the ring away. So he prepared one more, just in case. As expected, she threw it in the lake!
He jumped into the lake and took out another identical ring.
For Savannah, it was a miracle; for Dylan, no difficulty could wipe him out.
***
After taking a bath, Savannah came out in a big towel and saw a clean male shirt on the bed.
"Change it," Dylan was sitting on the couch in a loose robe. While she was in a bath, he took a shower in the next bathroom and changed into clean clothes.
"No dress?" She asked casually, picking up his shirt.
He was almost two heads taller than her, and the shirt was too big for her even if she was pregnant.
While these words were on her lips, she thought this question was a little silly. The resort was his private place, and the servants here were all men. How could they prepare women's clothes in such a short time?
"You want to see women's clothes here?" Dylan teased.
If he took out women's clothes for her, she might leave with rage immediately.
Savannah flushed with embarrassment. She bent her head and turned into the next closet with his shirt.
Two minutes later, Dylan watched her intently when she went out.
His white shirt was too big for her, but it made her unexpectedly sexy. He stared at her plump breasts, at the dark tip of her cleavage that showed through his loose shirt. Below the shirt, her bare legs were slender and white. She stood with bare feet on the carpet, and her cute white toes looked delicious… Her brown hair hung down her shoulders, curling at her breast.
She was a charming witch-baby, and her pregnancy made her more appealing.
His eyes burned. His blood's pumping around his body. Thick desire pooled in his belly.
Savannah was a little embarrassed under his blazing gaze.
"Still cold?" He stood up and walked slowly over.
"No, much better after a bath," Savannah replied softly, her cheek slightly flushed.
"You look hot. Do you have a fever?" Dylan touched her face with his warm fingers.
"No..." Savannah's voice was quieter.
"But I don't think so. Let me check." He breathed, a salacious smile across his face. Then his arms embraced her, pulling her to him, and his hand trailed up from her hip to her waist and up to her breast. He gazed down at her, his expression unreadable, and gently cupped her breast.
"Dylan!" Savannah quivered and gasped.
"Do you love me?" He whispered in her ear and very gently grazed her earlobe with his teeth.
Her heart was beating violently, and his voice seemed to be hypnotic.
"Yes, I do." She breathed.