"Dylan," Savannah said quietly, staring into his eyes, "you called off our wedding because you were afraid of malicious gossip. You didn't want to be laughed at for marrying the cousin of the murderer who killed your nephew. But now, I won't disgrace you anymore. Do you still want me?"
Dylan gazed at the little woman in front of him. He missed her so much but he had to stay away from her to avoid hurting her.
To attend the funeral, she was in a white dress, with no makeup, like a clean and pure attractive lotus.
He hadn't seen her for months, and she became even more beautiful.
She was no longer the young, ignorant girl who was sent to his bed as a gift by her fiancé three years ago.
She was no longer the little woman who had to rely on him five months ago. She changed instantly in good faith.
Now she was the Morton Group's heiress, Raymond's granddaughter, a young and talented fashion designer. K&G was well managed by her. She had been transformed from a small daisy into a charming rose in full bloom.
But he was not qualified to pick the rose now.
"Oh, I heard you've been on the board of the Morton group. Congratulations, Miss Schultz. It seems that we are not fated to be together. I'm sorry, too. I wish you a brilliant career, and I hope you can find someone who truly loves you as soon as possible. Someone who will cherish you like a princess,"
He knew she didn't go to Italy with Kevin.
Savannah bit her lip. He answered her with those unfeeling words again.
No matter how hard she tried, she was still not worthy of the position as his wife.
Even though she was now Raymond's granddaughter and a big group's heiress.
Her heart ached. She wanted to ask him so many why's and how.
"Mr. Sterling, the car is ready..." A familiar young woman's voice interrupted the silence between them.
Savannah looked towards the voice and saw Fiona got out of a luxury car. It seemed that she had been waiting for him in his car.
Fiona, smartly dressed today, looked full of femininity. She had changed from a small staff into a senior elite white-collar.
Apparently, she was still Dylan's secretary in the head office of the Sterling group.
What's more, she seemed to be getting closer to Dylan.
Without his help, she wouldn't have gotten this far.
What's their relationship now?
Savannah's voice cleaved to her throat, and she did not know what to say.
Fiona took a deep breath and broke the embarrassment, "Savannah, it's been a long time."
Dylan walked over to Fiona and took her hand.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting. I was temporarily delayed by an acquaintance. We may go now." His voice was very gentle and full of tenderness.
Savannah stood there, stupefied. Her heart was transfixed with the swords of the dolors as she watched Dylan holding Fiona's hand walking to the car.
The initial pain didn't go away after five months, it got worse when it recurred.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Fiona looked back as she walked, gasping when she saw Savannah's appearance. "Mr. Sterling, wait a minute..."
The man beside her, however, looked grieving as he walked straight ahead to the car and got in.
Fiona could only get into the front passenger's seat after him.
After the car disappeared from sight, Savannah wiped her tearful eyes and did her best to pull herself together, and looked unconcerned.
Meanwhile, the black car was belting along the road.
Fiona looked at the increasing number on the dashboard and could not help but grasped the handrail on the door. Then she glanced at the man in the driver's seat.
Dylan wore a darkened face. He was always self-possessed and sober-minded, and she had never seen him so excited with emotion.
He must miss Savannah very much after months, and he was more upset than Savannah when he said hurtful things to her and behaved so intimately to another woman in front of her.
But why did he have to pretend to be indifferent and even adopt a gruff attitude?
Fiona was still confused.
Finally, she summoned courage and asked, "Mr. Sterling, you asked me to accompany you to Royal Villa today because you feared you were not able to control yourself when you met her, right?"
Dylan's gloomy face became darker. He slammed on the brake, and the car came to a dead stop at the roadside!
Thanks to the seat belt, Fiona didn't get hurt. But when she turned towards Dylan, she found him hit his head against the front glass! He didn't wear a seatbelt!
"Mr. Sterling, you're injured..." Fiona gasped as the blood streamed down from the wound in his head. She scrambled to take out the phone to call the hospital.
"Get out." He ordered coldly, pulled out one tissue, and pressed it on the wound. In a short while, the white tissue was soaked in blood, but he didn't seem to know the injury.
Fiona dared not say a word. She got out of the car, watching the car galloping away helplessly.
The man lost control of his mood completely when he met Savannah again, and he even disregarded his safety.
No one would believe he had no feelings for Savannah.
***
When Savannah returned, she saw Joanne standing at the door and seemed to be waiting for her.
Joanne knew who Savannah was looking for, of course, and she followed her out. She watched what happened between her daughter and that man, including Fiona's appearance. She could barely restrain herself from rushing to take her daughter away, lest she should continue to be subjected to the man's indifference, but she bore it down and went back first.
"Savannah, have you just gone to see Dylan?" She asked sadly.
Savannah made no reply but lowered her head.
"After all these days in Chicago, you still miss him." Joanne sighed.
"Mom, I will try to forget him... He doesn't love me anymore," Savannah clenched her hands and slowly lifted her head again.