Dylan lowered his gaze to be level with hers, his other hand catching her second arm.
Savannah shuddered in his gasp, wishing that she could resist him, and finally allowed herself to match his gaze.
"Savannah, it seems that I have overindulged you. Now you have no idea what your status is or what my bottom line is. I repeat, go back right now! I can create far more trouble for you than you are worth," he threatened.
His heavy breathing came to her face, and she stopped struggling at his comment. She almost forgot her status. To him, she was just a little pet that he possessed, bound by an agreement.
It wasn't her place to try and prove her innocence. Now that he was convinced that she was the killer, there was nothing she could do.
In an instant, her heart chilled, and she threw his hand off her, taking a step away from him.
"Garwood!" Dylan cried, and Garwood came running.
"I have legs and feet, and I will go back myself!" Savannah turned back, walking toward the door of the hotel.
"I'm going to drive Miss Schultz back --" Garwood looked at Savannah's back.
"She said she would go back herself, then let her go by herself," Savannah heard Dylan's cold voice come from behind.
The door of the private booth slammed shut.
Looking back, Savannah found Garwood standing outside the booth alone.
Garwood took a look at Savannah and stepped forward.
"Miss Schultz, let me take you back-"
"No," Savannah looked at the closed door of the booth, an ironic smile on her lips.
Garwood knew what she was thinking. He hesitated a moment and said, "Miss Schultz, uh, Mr. Sterling and Miss White... you must know-"
But she cut him off again, "Enough," she said, "I don't want to know anything about them. I'm tired," She didn't want to know what was going on between Dylan and Abby. She feared it would hurt her too much. And, besides, it was none of her business – she didn't really have a right to know.
She turned and walked out of the hotel, unsure of where she would go.
She didn't want to return to Beverly Hills, even though she knew she had to go back. Last time she disobeyed him, he had punished her by punishing her family. If she offended him again, he had the power to do something to the Schultz's factory, and she couldn't do that to them again.
She was walking along when a sharp, familiar voice from a woman came, "You wicked girl!"
Savannah turned and saw her aunt Norah rushing towards her with a pot in her hand. Then she splashed the liquid in the pot over her at several paces' distance.
Before Savannah could respond, a figure came running up to her, arms thrown open to protect her.
She calmed down and got a good look at the person in front of her – relieved when she saw it was Kevin, his white shirt now covered in red liquid, which Savannah recognized to be red paint.
Norah got even angrier when she realized that her plan had been foiled. She threw the empty pot to the ground and, rushing up, rolled up her sleeves.
"Savannah, you wretched thing!" shouted Norah as she tried to hit Savannah.
Kevin caught Norah's wrist and pushed her away.
"If you wish to carry on this way, I have no issue taking you to the police!" He said, his usually gentle eyes full of ice.
Norah recognized the young man in front of her. All at once, she realized that he was that same boy that had been in the orphanage with Savannah. He had even come looking for her at their house once.
That young, gangly boy had grown up into a handsome young man. From his fine clothes, he no longer looked like just a regular person. He seemed to have risen up in the ranks, now holding some kind of important social position.
She knew this young man liked Savannah the first time she saw him. She drove him away with some insulting remark that day. But, she realized that wouldn't work today, and it angered her that he was there all of a sudden, ready to protect Savannah.
"Go to the police station? Okay! Take her, too, then! This wicked girl should go to the police station herself! She killed her cousin's baby!" She revealed.
Norah was livid when she had heard that her daughter had a miscarriage because of Savannah. She found out where Savannah lived intending to come to her and taste her own medicine. However, the security at the house in Beverly Hills was far too strict for her to get in. And, of course, she was afraid of the revenge Dylan Sterling would enact on behalf of Savannah.
Today, she had seen Savannah run into the restaurant – by chance – and bought the container of paint in the hopes that she would be coming out by herself.
"All I saw was that you threw the paint to Savannah on the street and tried to hit her. If you don't leave right now, do not doubt that I will make sure you regret your decision!" Kevin's voice was colder.
Norah was shorter than the man she stood before. She regarded the pair with anger, sneered at Savannah, and finally turned.
After Norah left, Kevin held Savannah carefully, "Are you all right?"
"I've been better," Savannah said, shaking her head. There were a lot of things going on today, and she was too tired to explain to her aunt.
Now that Valerie had insisted she was pushed downstairs by Savannah, why should she bother to explain? Her uncle and aunt must believe their own daughter.
Besides, even Dylan didn't believe her now…
Seeing her in a daze, Kevin took her hand, drew her to a flower bed by the side of the road, and made her sit down. He bought a cup of hot lemon tea from a tea shop next to them and handed it to her.
Savannah sucked a mouthful of hot lemon tea through the straw. The sweet and sour liquid ran through her throat to her stomach, making her feel better instantly.
"What's the matter, Savannah? Why did your aunt say you killed your cousin's baby?" Kevin asked, frowning.
She looked up at him, and her eyes were shining with unshed tears.
"Kevin, do you believe me when I tell you that I didn't do it?"
She looked exactly as she used to be when she first came to the orphanage.
This poor and sweet look made him decide to protect her forever.
Her familiar eyes brought back some tender memories in the orphanage to Kevin. Then he nodded firmly.
"I believe you."
His instant belief was too much for Savannah, and she was helpless to the tears that spilled down her cheeks.
Another mass release today, for the sake of everyone's arguments over the untamed behavior of Savannah, and to answer all your curiosity. As I read all the comments, it stirred up my heartbeat a little bit, all I could say, "WELCOME TO MY WORLD" I knew some of you were reading most of my novels, and if you notice, all of it had a great and remarkable ending. You can check out my profile and hover over the column of the original work and you could find those tear-jerking and slice of life novels in different plot storyline on completed status. We are still in the early chapters of this story and let me remind you, prepare yourself to ride along the way with Dylan and Savannah's love-hate relationship journey, as they teach others how to become better each day. I may upset you in the coming chapters, but trust me, I prepared a compelling story in a novela form. So stay tuned!
Zhù dàjiā yǒu měihǎo de yītiān! (May you have a great day everyone!) Wǒ ài nǐmen! (I love you all!)
Anna Shannel Lin
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