She might look fine now, but it would be much different two months later.
Would he mind when she got fatter at that time?
"If I don't go on a diet, it'll be difficult to recover in the future," Savannah said tentatively, "I know a model who gained weight, up from 42 kg to 55 kg, after pregnancy. She tried hard to lose weight after giving birth, but her husband still laughed at her..."
"That model's husband's really unreasonable. You need to fatten up a bit. Eat more, and you'll be sexier." With a sly grin, he carried her upstairs and into her room.
When he learned that Dylan went to Savannah's room, old Sterling sent Cooper to keep an eye on them. It's hard for the newly married couple to be abstinent. Old Sterling knew that, so he must be more careful.
Cooper occasionally knocked on the door, asking if they need fruit or water, or coughed in the doorway. Dylan felt funny but was not angry. He decided to take Savannah back to Beverly Hills after the wedding. No one would disturb them at that time.
An hour later, Dylan stood up and was ready to leave.
"Dylan... Send me a message after returning to Beverly Hills," Savannah took his hand in hers and shook him.
After saying that, she felt her face burning with shame.
When did she become so active?
She seemed to give up hiding her emotions after he proposed to her.
"Sure. Just expect our wedding day," Dylan kissed her forehead.
Savannah nodded, seeing him off. Well, she could see him every day after the wedding. What's the hurry?
She closed the door, turned, and slowly walked to the desk. From the drawer, she took out her wallet and pulled a slightly yellow photo from it.
In the picture, Savannah stood smiling at her father, who was young and handsome.
The photo was taken by her mother in their old house in Green Bay, and it was with her in her most difficult time.
"Dad, can you see? I'm getting married." Savannah placed her marriage license and the ring in front of the picture and murmured to the young man, "you don't have to worry about me anymore. I find another man to take care of me... Although I don't know if he's still thinking about another girl, I don't want to ask more. I like him, and I feel happy with him. Even if he's still thinking about that girl, I don't mind as long as he's with me. Dad, don't laugh at me."
Savannah sighed and continued, "wish me happiness, dad. I believe he's the right man… If only you can attend our wedding…"
With tearful eyes and a smile, Savannah closed her eyes, holding the photo as if her father was in her arms.
* * *
Royal Villa
Lionel got out of the car and went into the villa with tired steps.
Savannah and Dylan's wedding would be held two days later. After another business dinner, he came back to his house to have a good rest and recover his spirit, in case he might look too bad at the wedding.
"Sir, you're back," the servant came out to greet him.
"Is the wedding gift ready?" He had sent his assistant to Chicago to take the gift, but he was too busy to ask him about the progress.
"Yes, the Hungarian Moon was delivered yesterday, and it had been packaged and put in the safe. Do you want to have a look at it, sir?" The servant asked politely.
"Keep it well and take it out for me on the wedding day," Lionel ordered as he entered the living room. Then he looked upstairs, "how's Charlotte?"
The servant changed his face slightly, stammering, "Miss Rowe..."
"What's wrong?" Lionel frowned at his nervousness.
"Miss Rowe... She went back to Chicago the day before yesterday."
Lionel turned pale. He strode upstairs to Charlotte's room and opened the door.
Her room was empty and clean, as if no one ever lived here.
Lionel crossed the room and opened the wardrobe--- some of her clothes were gone with her suitcase.
He took a deep breath, "she went back alone?"
The servant nodded.
"Why didn't you call me?"
The servant, with a drooping head, replied helplessly, "Miss Rowe urged us not to tell you… She said she didn't want to stay in LA, and she didn't want you to worry about her."
Lionel breathed a sigh of relief. It would be Dylan's wedding in a few days. Maybe Charlotte just wanted to avoid attending the wedding, so she went back to Chicago.
Well, she must feel hurt to see the man she loved marrying another girl.
Just let her be.
* * *
The Sterling's group
Out of the office window, the last streaks of grey was inked out of the sky by the encroaching night. Crowds of people were rushing home from work at this hour.
The man, stuck at the desk, was still revising a business plan.
Garwood knocked on the door of the president's office and walked in.
As the wedding day approached, the whole family was busy planning the wedding. Old Sterling, who would give the wedding speech as Dylan's father, was even more excited and nervous than his son.
But the bridegroom, Mr. Sterling, still kept his businesslike nature and spent every day in the company working on projects.
"Sir," Garwood sighed and walked to the desk, "you're to be married the day after tomorrow. That'll be a busy day. Why not go back to Beverly Hills for a good rest tonight."
Dylan raised his face from the documents and looked at the time. Rubbing his eyebrows, he pushed away from the documents in front of him and nodded.