Chapter 576 - 576: I’m Waiting For You

"You're here today to tell me about Devin? What do you want to do? Use me to help Dylan deal with Devin? Do you think I'm stupid?" Valerie stared at her coldly and snorted.

Though she had been in prison for a few years and lived a terrible life now, she was not a fool. Savannah would not inform her that Devin had returned to LA for no reason, and she suggested her to sue Devin, not for her good.

The only explanation was that she or Dylan had a conflict of interests with Devin, and they wanted to make trouble for Devin.

Savannah did not deny it but gently twisted her lips to a calm smile.

"You fear being used by me, so you give up revenge? I just want to remind you that Devin returned home to see his mother this time, and he will go back to Japan when Susan gets better. You can't do anything to him when he's out of the country. Oh, yeah, maybe you will never see him again after this time. He will enjoy his colorful life across the ocean, and you," Savannah stood up and gave Valerie a pitying look.

"If you want to get even with him, you can only go on for your next life. Enjoy your dark days in the prison, my dear cousin," with those words, Savannah turned and left the room.

Valerie watched her as she left, clenching her fists and trembling in spite of herself.

"Go back!"The female guard gave Valerie a kick and led her away.

Valerie, with her hands and feet chained, walked back to her cell like a walking ghost.

When the iron door behind her slammed shut, an imperious glint flashed in her eyes, and she took her resolution.

She rushed into the washroom, picked the tooth mug, and threw it to the mirror.

The mirror cracked and fell, breaking to pieces.

She picked up a piece of broken glass and cut her wrist with clenched teeth. Her left hand immediately became a bloody stump.

Her roommate in the same cell came in at the noise and saw Valerie sitting in a pool of blood, screaming,

"Ahhhh!"

***

It was already evening and nearly dark.

In the CEO's office, Dylan showed no intention of leaving. He was still sitting steadily behind his desk, reading papers.

Suddenly, his face slightly changed, and he felt a little lightheaded. He raised his head from the papers, rubbed his eyes, and shook his head.

As the wedding day approached, he was getting busier and busier, so he wanted to work overtime these two days to catch up on his unfinished work. After that, he could spend more time with Savannah, and he wouldn't have a number of worries when they honeymooned abroad.

"Sir, what's the matter with you?" Garwood next to him asked hastily.

"Nothing. I just have a headache…"

"Oh, shall I get some painkillers?" Garwood asked, caring.

In order to finish the work before the wedding banquet with Miss Schultz, Mr. Sterling was under much strain these days.

"No. Ask the secretary to make me a cup of coffee and--"Dylan's head throbbed all of a sudden, and he covered his head with a groan as he got the blackness.

"What's up?" Garwood was taken-aback.

Dylan recovered and shook his head.

"You look terrible! I'd better take you to the hospital." Garwood suggested. Mr. Sterling had had headaches before, but he never looked so in pain.

Dylan was silent for a few seconds before he said, "please contact Dr. Shamon. Tell him I'll go to his hospital later."

* * *

Green Bay.

Dylan entered the living room after coming back from the hospital. Only a small wall lamp was on, and the actor's voice from the TV echoed in the empty room. Savannah was asleep on the sofa, as though she had been waiting for him all night.

There was something very attractive and pleasing about the way she slept. She looked like a quiet and sweet baby when she was asleep, so charming that he could not get enough of her.

He stepped quietly over and picked up the blanket that had fallen to the ground and put it over her.

Savannah was awakened by his movement and realized that he was back. With a sleepy soft grunt, she fell into his arms.

Such petting intimacy could soften the hardest heart.

"Why don't you go to bed?" Dylan murmured as he leaned down to briefly kiss her cheek.

"I'm waiting for you. Garwood said, you have a headache in the afternoon and went to the hospital. How are you now?" Savannah brought herself up and touched his forehead. Fortunately, he didn't seem to have a fever.

"I've seen Jacob. He said that I had been too busy and stressed recently. Well, I've taken some painkillers, and I'm fine." He pinched her chin gently.

"Are you really all right?" Savannah slightly knitted her brows.

"Yeah. I used to have a headache when I worked a lot. It's not the first time. Garwood knows."

"Well, I'll give you a free massage." With a gentle sigh of relief, Savannah knelt on the sofa and rubbed his head for him.

He smiled, closed his eyes, and enjoyed her intimate massage. Her small hands gave him a wonderful sensation. In a few moments, he felt comfortable, and as the natural smell of perfume drifted in his nose from her body, d.e.s.i.r.e instantly replaced tiredness, coursing through his blood. Suddenly, he scooped her up and carried her curled against his c.h.e.s.t to her room upstairs.

On her soft bed, at the moment when she caught her breath to meet him, he paused, raising himself up, and reaching into the drawer next to the bed.

He took out a foil packet, gazing down at her, his expression dark. He rolled the c.o.n.d.o.m down over his impressive length.

She blushed, and though she was a little embarrassed, she could not help it. "Actually... You don't have to... "

"Oh?" He teased.

"Well. Didn't you say... You want to give Kaiden a brother or sister?" She looked at his eyes coyly, her face and even her neck were burning hot.

She wouldn't refuse to have another child for him if he wanted.

His eyes were passionate as she invited him to have a baby together, but he still didn't take off the c.o.n.d.o.m.

"You've just recovered. We can give Kaiden a brother or sister later." He murmured as he slowly eased into her.

She knew he was referring to her miscarriage, and she couldn't think more as he moved. She closed her eyes and g.r.o.a.n.e.d. She realized that what he said make sense. They still have much time to have another baby. 

* * *

The next day, Savannah didn't get up from bed until noon.

She went downstairs, picked up a piece of bread, and sat on the sofa, switching the TV to the local news channel.