He extended his arm to the special phone and dialed a number.
"Mr. Sterling, what can I do for you?" Erik Naik's voice was respectful through the phone.
"Get the car ready for the hospital."
Savannah took a breath. Go to the hospital because of nstruation? She would have laughed to death.
"No!" She refused in a weak voice; a burst of pain in the abdon made her face pale.
Dylan carried her out of bed without a word.
"Don't… really --" Savannah blushed and struggled.
He looked suspiciously at Savannah, who did not want to go to the hospital. Then his eyes fell on the red marks on the white mattress.
Blood?
Was this woman on her period?
Savannah, seeing that he had found it, pushed him away in pain. "I said, I'm okay. Let go to the bathroom first…"
Fortunately, her period was on ti every month. She had taken so sanitary napkins with her on this business trip.
When she walked out of the bathroom, the sheets had been changed. Dylan was sitting on the bed in his upright posture.
It was a very awkward mont.
She was ashad, but with a sigh of relief, he could do anything to her in her period!
Although there was a beast in Dylan, he would not like a bloodied sex.
"Drink it," He rumbled out an order.
She was surprised to see a cup of tea on the coffee table at hand.
Where did he get the tea in just ten minutes...?
Savannah felt a bit weak, but she obediently went to pick up the glass and drink it.
A mug of tea made her warr, and it relieved the pain in her lower abdon. She cald down and felt much better now.
Dylan was relieved to see her pale face becoming rosy again.
Savannah hung her head, heading for the big couch outside her bedroom. "I'm going to sleep now."
Dylan stood up and approached, standing in her way. She paused, what did this man want to do? He didn't plan a bloodied sex, did he?
"Go sleep in the bed," said Dylan in a low voice.
"No, no, no. You sleep in the bed yourself." She waved her hand.
"I'm not going to let a bleeding woman sleep on the couch!" He grabbed her delicate wrist impatiently and dragged her to the bed.
Savannah felt amused. A bleeding woman?
This description, well, was accurate…
"Rest assured," she curled her lips, "No won will die after seven-day bleeding in their period. It's nothing to sleep on the couch."
Dylan frowned but did not bother to bicker with her at the mont. He drew her to the bedside, forced her up, covered her with a blanket, and turned off the light.
The bedroom darkened. Dylan picked up a pillow and left.
***
Savannah slept soundly and sweetly all night.
When she woke up, she put on her pajamas, washed, and went out of the bedroom.
The sofa was empty. Dylan was gone.
There was a plastic bag on it.
She curiously went over to open the plastic bag. Inside, there were several bags of tampons and pads, including various brands in different types, such as dayti use, overnight use, and maxi pads with wings….
She blushed. Did Dylan buy these himself in the morning?
"Ms. Schultz, good morning. Co and have breakfast," Said a respectful voice.
Following the movent, Savannah saw a waitress in a hotel uniform standing at the table.
On the table, there were steaming fresh milk, seafood porridge, crystal shrimp dumplings, fried eggs, toast, and bacon.
"That's a lot of food," Savannah said, laughing softly.
"As Mr. Sterling said, you need to replenish yourself. We have also arranged the lunch nu for you to nourish your blood," The waitress smiled.
Savannah took a breath. Did the man order the hotel kitchen to cook special blood-enriching dishes for her?
Ashad to say anything to the waitress, Savannah sat down and began to eat silently.
After breakfast, Savannah changed her clothes.
"Ms. Schultz, please go downstairs," The waitress said politely.
"Go downstairs?"
"Yes, Mr. Sterling is waiting for you downstairs."
Savannah thought they could go back to LA today after the contract was signed. Was there another client to et?
She walked out of the suite in ti to see the elevator door closing in front of her.
"Hey! Wait a minute, please!" She hurried over.
Inside the elevator, soone raised his hand to press the OPEN button.
The elevator door opened.
A young man in a custom-made gray suit was standing in the elevator. He was a tall man with a straight nose, fine eyes, and a full mouth. His delicate features were not womanish but noble, giving off a sense of comfort.
Beside him stood a man who looked like an assistant.
Their faces changed slightly when they saw Savannah's face. There was a surprising glint in the young man's eyes.
"Thank you," Savannah said quickly.
The young man hid his surprise and smiled. "You're welco."
Savannah stepped into the elevator and saw the fifteenth floor was pressed. She stretched her hand to press the first floor.
"First floor?" The young man next to the elevator buttons turned around and asked.
Savannah paused and nodded. "Hmm."
The man helped her press the button for the first floor.
"Thank you, Sir," Savannah thanked him again, feeling strangely fond of the young man.
He was a gentleman, had a fine countenance and a charming voice. What a perfect man!
The man curved his lips. He looked quite pretty when he smiled. "You are so polite. You've already thanked . It's just a small thing."
The elevator was descending.
"You're staying on the twenty-eighth floor?" The man casually asked.
Savannah paused. Did the man want to accost her? No, they were in one of the most upscale hotels in Chicago. The guests who ca in and out of the hotel were all of the high statuses. It might be just a polite question.
"Yes," Nevertheless, she remained on her guard and said nothing more.
The man seed to notice that she was being guarded, smiling. "Sorry, I didn't an anything. I often co to this hotel to talk business with clients. I heard the twenty-eighth was reserved for the big boss of the hotel. I asked out of re curiosity."
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