Didn't Mr. Sterling say that Savannah deserved it? And he would not come to see her?
But of course, he was still worried about Savannah and secretly came in the dead of night.
"How is she?" Dylan ignored the meaningful smile on Judy's face.
"Savannah should be sleeping," Judy said, "She didn't have dinner tonight. I dared not ask, and I guess she was in a bad mood. Her aunt went too far."
Dylan asked no more questions and directly went upstairs. He pushed Savannah's bedroom open and went in.
The night breeze entered the room with him, lifting the curtains. The little woman lay on her bed face downward, with a fluffy pillow under her arms. She slept soundly, like an innocent doll, and did not realize he was in her room.
Her loose pajama slipped down, uncovering her white back.
