"But you still have a chance, Dylan," said old Sterling with a deep sigh, raising his eye to heaven, "if you really like someone, don't miss her and don't leave yourself any pity."

Dylan clenched his hands, his eyes shining with an unspeakable glare.

Old Sterling looked at him and continued, "in fact, I ask you to marry Savannah not only for the sake of the unborn baby in her but also for the sake of your happiness. After all these years, I can clearly see that you feel relax and happy when you're with this girl. I believe she's the one who can give you happiness."

Dylan did not speak for a long time. Then he strode to the steps and into the villa.

He went straight up to the second floor, to the closed door of Savannah's bedroom. He shook at the knob, but the door was locked.

It seems that the little woman knew he would go upstairs to find her. She had locked the door.

"Open the door." He shouted and started to pound on it.

As expected, he got no answer. It was quiet, as if no one was inside.

"Didn't you hear me? Then don't blame me for being rude." He frightened her.

It seemed to work. After a while, Savannah's helpless voice came, "I'm sorry, I've already gone to bed."

"Is that so? Then get up now. I'd like to have a word with you." He softened his voice.

"I said I'm going to sleep." Savannah reiterated.

"But I said, get up for me!" He did not want to continue like this with her. Since he came today, it was necessary to make clear to her.

The voice of the man outside the door was his usual dominating and overbearing. A rebellious feeling fell upon Savannah. She sat up in bed, biting her teeth, "no! What do you want to do? Just break in if you can!"

If he dared to make a noise, old Sterling would send someone to get him out!

Dylan almost laughed in his exasperation. Oh, with the baby in her tummy, the little woman became so bold under his father's support.

Did she think that he could do nothing with her in this house?

He smiled coolly, without saying anything, turned, and strode down the stairs.

The sound of footsteps faded away outside the door. Savannah listened quietly for a long time and finally sighed with relief. It seemed that the man gave up and left. But before she lay back, she heard the footsteps come close again. Before she knew, the door was unlocked and pushed open heavily. A tall figure strode in like a gust of wind with rapid footsteps, and then he quickly closed the door!

Savannah strained her eyes in the dim light. She trembled slightly at the man who threw the spare key on the woolen carpet and approached her.

"What are you doing? Get out!" She cried weakly.

Instead of going out – of course, Dylan drew nearer and nearer to her. As he reached the big bed, he knelt on one knee on the bed, leaning forward, took her slender arm, and pulled her in his arms gently but firmly.

"Let go of me! Dylan! Don't push me!" Savannah failed to get herself free from his hold after much turning and struggling.

"Look at me." He grasped her chin, trying to turn her face to him, but aroused to anger again when he saw her avert her eyes.

She turned her head obstinately to avoid his eyes. She had submitted to him so many times, and she did not want to give in this time with the last dignity she had left. Maybe in the eyes of a rich man like him, she had no dignity at all.

In the tug-of-war, her white skin became red against his fingers. She began to feel pain, but she did not want to give up.

Dylan squinted at the red mark on her chin, more exasperated. He was angry that she refused to submit; on the other hand, he was annoyed that he was soft-hearted and did not want to hurt her. He steeled himself with a sardonic laugh, forcing her to face him squarely.

Savannah found it impossible to move her head under his tight hold, but she closed her eyes, not to look at him.

"Why don't you want to see me?" Dylan was growing impatient.

"I want to sleep now." She did not open her eyes, but he could feel the quiver in her voice.

He would rather she scold him or even beat him, and after she vented all her anger, he could explain to her. But the frigidity of her manner cast a chill on him. After so many days, she was still so indifferent to him and refused to listen to his explanation.

He was depressed and even frustrated with the little woman, and in his desperation, he set his teeth together and blurted out, "don't you think your attitude to your sugar daddy is too bad? I guess you are not so indifferent to Lionel!"

As soon as the words had escaped his lips, he was sorry he had uttered them. The word "sugar daddy" would only make their relationship even worse, but what was said cannot be withdrawn. It was too late.

Savannah was trembling with anger. She opened her eyes with a sardonic smile.

Well, she should have expected that in his mind, she was just his pet, and he never loved her. "Yes, I can be nice to all men but you, so what?"

With a sudden rush of anger, he gripped both her wrists and pulled her hands behind her back, holding them together in one hand. Then he yanked her up against him, the other hand at her back, holding her to him. Lowering his head, he kissed her hard, forcing her lips apart with his tongue, taking no prisoners. His hand moved to the front, and all of a sudden, he tore open her shirt.

She was exposed to the air in her underwear!

She knew that her words irritated him, and she could guess what would happen next. She looked at him in terror and began to struggle again.

She lifted her foot and kicked him, screaming, "let me go! Let me go! Dylan! You get out!"

However, her resistance sparked Dylan's desire for conquering and possessing.

He pinned her legs under his knee and deepened the kiss. Before she was suffocated by the kiss, his lips moved to her neck and down to her breast. His lips closed around her nipple, and he tugged it. Savannah let out a moan uncontrollably.

Dylan beamed with satisfaction. He raised his handsome face, his voices hoarse, "let you go? Don't you like it?" With that, he buried his head in her soft and continued to enjoy her sweetness.

Savannah stared at him, flushing in shame and anger. She began to struggle with all her strength, trying to push him, but could not move at all.

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She finally understood why there were so many rapes in the world. Women were not able to resist in front of men at all.

She wondered if it was a rape, but she found herself completely at the mercy of him.

Coldness gripped her heart, and she only felt fear instead of joy or tenderness. She struggled desperately, wriggling her body and begging for mercy, "Dylan... Let go of me, please..."

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Remember, our FL has been an orphan, so all your anger and frustration will be answered in the next coming chapters if you continue reading this novel. Different big mysteries will unfold too, and all struggles she'll encounter will make her strong until she rose above it and collected the missing fragments of her painful past.

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