Knowing it was a dream, Savannah was still pleasantly surprised to see her father, who had left her for a long time.

Then she felt aggrieved.

A sad and lonely melancholy gripped and tightened around her heart. Burying herself in her father's arms, she cried all her depression and anxiety out.

Her father patted her on her head gently and comforted her as he did when she was a child, "my little princess, stop crying. Tell me if you are unhappy."

This seemed to provoke her to greater grievances. She was crying more bitterly and could not utter a word.

She did not know what to say. Subconsciously, she did not want to make her dad anxious. Tears choked her words.

"Dad... Why did you leave me? If only you were still here... Then no one would bully me... You are the last one who would abandon me, right? Dad..."

Her dad just fondly took her in his arms and appeased her, "Savannah, you must be strong. You're always the most beautiful little princess in my heart, no one has the heart to abandon you."

But she was about to be abandoned!

Princess? That man's princess was not her...

Savannah wept even harder. Suddenly, her body shook, she opened her eyes and woke up.

When she saw clearly where she was, she took a deep breath and sat up, her face full of tears.

She clasped her knees and could not sleep.

Every time she felt lonely and helpless, she would dream of her father.

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He would appear in her dream when she felt lonely in the orphanage and when she was treated badly in her uncle's home.

For a long time, she had not dreamed of her father. Perhaps it was because her life became full and she was not lonely, or...because she had someone else to count on...

But today, she dreamed of him again.

She knew it was because a cold fear was beginning to throb in her breast. The sickness in her heart made her lonely again.

She could not deny.. she was really afraid that she was only a substitute in Dylan's heart.

She had to admit.. she feared that Dylan didn't want her anymore.

***

Royal Villa.

The night deepened. The housewarming party in Rowe's house ended, and the guests began to leave by ones and twos.

Lionel bowed his last guest out at the gate, turned, and made for the door. After being busy indoors all night, he was still looking calm and gentle, not tired at all. Looking up, he saw his sister walking down the stairs slowly.

"It's late. What're you doing here? Time for bed!" He said softly.

Charlotte, however, didn't answer his question but smiled naughtily at him and slightly cocked her head, joking, "Lionel, you have a strong opponent this time."

Lionel squinted and realized what his sister was teasing about. He walked to her and squeezed her face gently, "nonsense."

"This's not nonsense! You care about Miss Schultz and almost got a good beating from Dylan for her. Doesn't it mean you are interested in her?" Charlotte knew what kind of guy her brother was. Although he looked like an easygoing gentleman, he was not the kind of man who always flirted with women.

If he was not interested in Schultz, he would not have invited her here, not to mention being so attentive to her regardless of Dylan's anger.

Normally speaking, he would have avoided being associated with his friend's woman alone, in case of any suspicions. But he actively took care of Schultz and offered company himself. Didn't Lionel declare war against Dylan in this way?

Lionel didn't have a girlfriend, and he had never had any romantic relationship with any woman. It's really hard to understand when saw him be so close to Dylan's woman, even a pregnant woman...

Lionel didn't offer much explanation. He curved his lips and said, "you should worry about yourself, don't you?"

"What are you talking about?" Charlotte blinked her eyes.

"You know what I mean. As your brother, I know that you do give Dylan a thought. You looked so pleasantly surprised when you saw Dylan today, and you couldn't take your eyes off him all night." Lionel put one hand in his pocket with a soft chuckle.

Charlotte flushed.

That's right.

Dylan had occupied a position in her heart since she first saw him.

That was more than ten years ago. He came to Chicago for a vacation at his mother's old house, which was next to their house.

That was a Sunday morning. She was walking around the villa community with her father when she saw Dylan pass by in a luxury black car. He was already adored for his good appearance and grace in manner when he was a teenager.

From the opened window, Charlotte saw the beautiful boy sitting straight in the car. He was wearing a white shirt, his eyes shining like obsidian. His sculptured, pouty lips were parted slightly, and his shiny, clean hair was gloriously in place.

Her heart was frantic, and she could hardly breathe.

The car stopped temporarily. The handsome body nodded politely to them in the car. When his eyes fell upon her, she felt that her soul no longer belonged to herself.

At that time, Curtis, the housekeeper of Sterling's old house in Chicago, was not blind yet. He introduced the boy to them the first time with a smile.

Then she knew his name, Dylan.

The name had been carved on her heart since that day.

It was a pity that Dylan seldom went to Chicago, and he would not stay too long each time he came. She found all the opportunities to approach him when he came by once in a while.

Then, one year, Dylan again came to Chicago and lived in the house next to her for a long time. It seemed that something had happened to him, and he remained silent and unhappy every day. No visit to him was allowed at that time. Later a fire broke out in his house, and Curtis's eyes were smoked blind by the fire. Dylan was immediately taken back to LA, and she also went to university that year.

She never saw him again after that.

Years later, finally, she had a chance to come to his city.

From a handsome silent boy, Dylan turned to a dignified and charming, powerful man. She was magnetically attracted to him again.

Lionel saw her face lighting wistfully. Although he didn't want to strike her, he still spoke to her dryly, "it's said that Dylan is not very interested in normal rich young ladies. Miss White, you know, had chased after him for a long time, but he never accepted her favor."

Charlotte chuckled and shrugged. "Lionel, I'm not Miss White. Don't compare your sister with other girls."

Well, if his sister liked another guy, Lionel would encourage her to be brave and show some initiative, but now, this guy was Dylan, and Dylan already had a girl by his side.