Since the last resort trip, Abby had still not given up Dylan. Today's visit to the Sterling's house was not for dinner, but to get closer to Dylan.
Several days ago, Abby went to the Sterling group to ask Miller about Dylan's schedule. However, when she reached the company, she was told that Miller was fired.
Fortunately, Abby t Susan yesterday in the street, and Susan asked her to co to the Sterling's house for dinner because Dylan would be there, too.
But after she ca, Dylan had not even said a word to her.
Susan winked at Abby to encourage her to talk to Dylan. Abby got up the nerve to pick a shrimp with the serving fork, put the shrimp in Dylan's plate, and said softly,
"Dylan, Susan told that you like eating shrimp."
"Well, people's taste changes. Now I feel sick every ti I see a shrimp," Dylan said coldly and picked up the shrimp, then put it on Savannah's plate, "eat it."
At that mont, Savannah felt all of the eyes in the dining room swing to her, and Abby felt jealousy flare up within her.
Savannah had no idea what was going on. She glanced at Dylan and talked to him with her eyes,
Why are you showing off at this mont? Do you want to make everyone jealous of ?
"Dylan, I can take care of myself. Your job is to make sure that Miss White is well served," Savannah bit her lips and said.
What do you an? Dylan stared back. Are you trying to push to another woman?
"You are so picky about your food, and you never eat enough. I'm here to make sure that you eat properly," Dylan said with a frown.
These words were harsh but still said with love. Dylan was trying to spoil Savannah without considering the rest of the people's feelings.
"I don't like shrimp," Savannah struggled.
"If you don't eat it, I will feed you," Dylan's voice was low and husky.
At that mont, the rest of the people at the table felt like they were watching a love show of Dylan and Savannah.
Old Sterling and Cooper were happy to see this, but no one else felt the sa.
Savannah had to brace herself to eat the fish because she was afraid that Dylan would continue to say sothing flirtatious.
Abby, sick at heart, had no mood for dinner and tried hard to hide her jealousy. She took a glimpse of Savannah bitterly.
"Miss Schultz is a model," Abby said with a bitter smile, "there is a reason why she eats so little. She must keep fit and slim. And I'm just a foodie."
It seed as though she ant to insult Savannah – saying that just because she wanted to keep slim, she did it in an unhealthy way.
Savannah did not like arguing. She even didn't want to have conversations with Abby at all. But since Abby had started this war, Savannah knew she had to fight back. If she chose to stay silent, everyone would think that she was too weak.
What's more, why did she like calling herself, foodie? Was she doing this to make other girls with healthy and slim bodies sound like freaks and bitches?
That's ridiculous.
Looking at Abby's contemptuous face, Savannah smiled without arrogance and said, "In fact, except for models, people with an ordinary job are paying more and more attention to their health and trying hard to take care of their bodies. A healthy diet makes one look and feels much younger. Grandpa Sterling has insisted on eating healthy for years, which keeps him glowing and looking like a man in his 20s or 30s. So, calling yourself a foodie only ans that your diet is extrely unhealthy, and you cannot balance your life."
Abby's face changed.
Old Sterling laughed. "I'm like a man in his 20s - or 30s? Savannah, you flatter !"
Abby clenched her fist in secret. She was not only insulted by this little bitch but also gave her a chance to flatter old Sterling!
When supper was over, they left the table.
Old Sterling asked Devin to take Valerie upstairs to have a rest, fearing that his great-grandson would be tired.
The others were chatting and drinking coffee on the sofa in the living room.
"Have a good rest. I'm going downstairs," Devin turned and left the room as soon as he accompanied Valerie upstairs. He didn't want to stay with her for another mont.
It made Valerie's heart ached, but she didn't say anything. After Devin left, she picked up her phone and texted Abby, who was downstairs.
"Miss White, please co upstairs. I have sothing to tell you."
Five minutes later, Abby knocked on Valerie's bedroom door, walked in, and looked suspiciously at Valerie, "What can I do for you?"
She was not familiar with Valerie, and she just t Valerie formally for the first ti at Sterling's family dinner today.
"Take a seat, Miss White. If you marry Dylan in the future, we'll be a family, and I'll call you, aunt," Valerie said softly.
Abby, upset all night, felt a little better when she heard this, "Don't tease . You've seen how Dylan treats . There is only Savannah in his eyes."
"My cousin? How could she be equal to you? We all think highly of you as Sterling's daughter-in-law. It's a pity that my uncle has been bewitched by her. She is just good at flattering grandpa,"
Valerie said though Abby's expression remained unchanged.
"However," Valerie raised her tone, "if she annoys grandpa, everything will change."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Later, please help as a witness," Valerie whispered into Abby's ear.
In the living room of the Sterling's house, Savannah was chatting with old Sterling on the sofa.
Although Dylan ca back, he still remained quite silent, only speaking when necessary.
After dinner, he found an excuse to take a walk in the back garden, and this gave Old Sterling a reason to ask Savannah about Dylan's daily life.
Savannah sighed, looking through the French window. Dylan, standing under a tree in the courtyard, threw a long shadow in the moonlight. He looked lonely, and it made her heart ached for him.
He would rather get out of the house than face his father. At this mont, a slim figure approached Dylan. It was Abby.
Savannah could see Abby keep talking and laughing in front of Dylan. Dylan, however, beca impatient and frowned. He turned and looked in Savannah's direction, his eyes blaming her silently.
Why haven't you co to my rescue?
Savannah's lips moved slightly, and then she turned to old Sterling. "Sir, please excuse for a while."
Old Sterling looked up and saw Abby pestering Dylan outside the French window. He smiled and understood imdiately, letting Savannah go without any qualms.
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