Dylan didn't hear her clearly as he went around to the driver's seat.
"Say it again." He glanced at her with his mysterious, cold eyes.
"Nothing," Savannah blinked at him as she sensed his disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.
Dylan didn't say anything more. He put his foot on the gas with a clouded face and started the car.
He was driving so fast. The liquor tossed and turned in her stomach, and she began to feel drunk and dizzy again the half-way. She curled up in the passenger seat with a grimace.
Several times she wanted him to stop or slow down, but she didn't dare to make a noise.
He was angry with her tonight. She didn't want to set him on fire again.
She held it until it was out of control.
"Stop!" She covered her mouth, looking pale.
"I can't stop here." He didn't even look at her.
What a troublesome woman! Did he really like this one before?
"If you don't stop, I'll throw up on your car!" Savannah gritted her teeth.
The Maybach screeched to a halt.
Savannah pushed the car door open, rushed out, and vomited spectacularly into a trash can on the side of the road.
Dylan stared after her under the dim street light as she vomited again and again.
Ten minutes later, she was still crouching to the ground but became silent.
"Are you all right?" He asked, frowning.
How much did the little woman drink?
She didn't answer, but still with her back to him, holding the trash can silently.
Then he realized that something was wrong. He got out of the car, running to her, and picked her up, only to find that the little woman, with her eyes closed, was breathing regularly.
She fell asleep against the trash can!
Angry and amused by her, he raised his hand and wanted to pat her to wake her up, but his eyes fell on the quiet little red face, his hand floating in the air. Somewhat he couldn't bring himself to do it. At last, he cursed in a low voice and picked her up softly, carrying her to the backseat of the car.
Seeing some vomit on her mouth, he frowned, and after a short hesitation, he took out a box of wet tissues from the glovebox, cleaning her face gently. " Beautiful woman sometimes troublesome,"
Why did he serve her after she got drunk? The online news he read earlier bothered his mind. "Woman, are all that news true, your rumored star friend is your lover?" His eyes fell on her beautiful sleeping face.
He teased himself as he wiped her face in his softest manner.
It must because he was a bit of a neat freak. He just didn't want her to get her car dirty!
When he finished, his gaze fell on her little pretty face again, and he took a breath.
She slept like a quiet, sweet baby. Her rose-red lips opened slightly as if welcoming him to lay a kiss on her. Her hair piled high with tendrils hanging down softly around her face. Her face had a pink glow out of the alcohol, like a delicious juicy peach.
He swallowed. His mouth became dry, his palms began to sweat, and his heated blood pooled low to his belly. The same feeling came to him as he had had when she held him last night.
He had to admit, she was very beautiful, not voluptuous but a s.e.xy one. In his eyes she's pure, soft and sweet. She slowly and imperceptibly occupied his line of sight and mind.
He began to understand why he had been in love with her.
She really was a woman who attracted him.
Though he was still unable to recall the past with her at the moment, he wanted her.
In his body, there was a strong d.e.s.i.r.e for her, and it seemed to be repressed for a long time. He had the impulse to have her in the car right now.
Finally, he took a bottle of mineral water and drank it down, allowing the cold liquid to suppress the heat inside.
After buckling her up, he got back in the driver's seat and drove off.
It was really late when they were back in Sterling's house.
Dylan got out of the car and carried the sleeping woman into the house, up the stairs, and into her room.
As soon as he put her on the soft bed and turned to go, she rolled over to the bedside unconsciously and vomited again.
She had vomited everything just now, so now it was all acid saliva, which dirtied the carpet and the sheets, and her own clothes.
Then she lay back to sleep.
Dylan's face fell. Was this little woman deliberately playing him?
But she was so drunk, and it didn't look like it.
Looking at her dirty dress and the sheet, he sighed with a frown. He couldn't just let her sleep like that, could he?
Taking a deep breath, he picked her up, walking to the bathroom.
After a moment's hesitation, he lifted his hand to help her remove her clothes.
He felt that the work was more difficult than having him deal with a huge backlog of business.
It was a complete challenge to his self-control.
When the u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r was put off, he felt something warm and wet coming out of his nose.
He unexpectedly got a nosebleed!
Luckily the little woman was too drunk to see him in this state.
Otherwise, it was really embarrassing!
He tried not to look at her, but when his fingers touched the delicate skin, he reacted uncontrollably.
With difficulty, he made the little woman n.a.k.e.d and put her into the bathtub, and began to clean her with warm water.
This is the first time he's bathing a woman.
He couldn't remember if he had done it before, and he never thought he would do it.
He gnashed his teeth. He can't resist his d.e.s.i.r.e anymore and without thinking further he lowered his lips and claimed her soft lips. He deepened the kiss and let go her lips in a short while and murmured, "This is your punishment for seducing me in your drunken state,"
The little woman closed her eyes with a half-smile, as if she was a princess enjoying her knight's service.
After cleaning her, Dylan wrapped her in a towel and carried her out of the bathroom.
***
The rays of the sun poured in from the windows.
On the bed, Savannah stretched, rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up. She was still a little dizzy from a brief hangover. Looking down, she noticed that she was in clean pajamas and was surrounded by the fragrance after a bath.
The beds and carpets were clean and free of vomit.
Last night… It looked like he had washed and changed her!
Savannah flushed.
Taking a deep breath, she got up and washed up before she went downstairs.