"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.
