Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

She dared not tell him that after he had turned away, she had jumped off the lake to search it. And later, Eric had salvaged it.

Now, the watch was in Eric's room.

Nathan did not speak but continued to keep his head down to stick the drawings.

"Did you hear me? I don't want it. I'll throw it away again, even if you find it!"

In the face of Nathan's ignoring her words, Crystal's mood slightly swung.

"Eat something first." Still, Nathan did not respond to her.

"Do you forget what the doctor just said?" Nathan got up and picked up a glass of milk to feed her.

Hurriedly, Crystal took it over and went on drinking it herself.

At this moment, Nathan's cell phone rang.

He answered the phone, talked about something on the phone when he took a look at Crystal, then hung it up.

"Is it about me?" Crystal stared at him.

"There's no monitor equipment on the road to the countryside," Nathan put down the phone, adding, "I'm investigating the cause of the accident."

Crystal had originally no appetite. Hearing that, the milk in her mouth became more tasteless.

"According to our investigation, it's a nasty accident. The car that rushed down to the field burnt down in the fire completely, leaving an unidentified female corpse on the scene."

Crystal got more nauseous on hearing the words "burning" and "corpse."

Nathan hastened to strode to hand the bin to her.

As soon as reaching for the bin, Crystal began to vomit. The thought of the bloody accident scene made her sick.

Nathan gently patted her on the back and apologized, "My fault, I should not bring it up."

"Do you know who the woman is?"

"I've asked them to confirm her identities by investigating her belongings, but they haven't come up with the result yet."

"It's Joyce Henry."

Nathan was suddenly stunned.

Is it her?

"Do you remember her?" Crystal mocked, "I thought you'd forget her."

Nathan did not answer directly; he did not want to stir up an argument with Crystal.

"Why is she clear about your route?" Asked Nathan.

"It puzzles me too. And she had a gun."

"I'll look into it thoroughly."

Now that he knew that the murderer was Joyce Henry, he was going to start to put his hand to inquire into what she had been doing lately.

"I'm going home." Not just him, Crystal also wanted to make things clear.

"No way!" Nathan flatly disagreed.

"Why?"

"The doctor told you to rest in bed for the time being. As for the accident, I'll give you a satisfied reply."

When he talked, his hand did not stop stroking her back.

"Better now?"

Crystal fell into silence. She hadn't gone home for a long time.

Joyce's death must be a massive blow to Henry, especially her father. She thought she should go back to Henry and inform her father of the whole thing no matter what.

All of a sudden, a knock on the door sounded.

Vic opened the door in a hurry, "Young Master, the surgery is finally over, and Master Bush has left the emergency room."

Crystal stiffened immediately.

"How is he?" She asked.

"He's survived but is still in danger. The doctor has transferred him to the ICU; further close observation is still needed."

Crystal put her legs down and got up.

"I'm going to see him."

"Let me take you there."

Nathan picked her up.

Again, Crystal is lost in a trance.

She was now in the familiar embrace, which she missed day and night.

If only all the mess hadn't happened, if only they could go back to the past.

She wished time could have turned back…

Outside the ICU.

Crystal saw Eric laying on the bed on an oxygen mask through the thick glass.

His body was covered with a quilt, so Crystal could not see the wounds on him.

And his head was wrapped with thick bandages. Even so, Crystal recognized him at a glance.

She was mortally afraid that Nathan had lied to her. She was fearful that Eric had died.

Thus, seeing Eric lying inside, though he's still in danger, Crystal's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

Nathan kept holding her in his arms while Crystal stuck her face on the glass and kept staring at Eric with complicated eyes for a long time.

"Enough?" Nathan gave out a hollow cough to disturb her.

"He won't get better right away even if you look at him for the whole night!" His tone was obviously jealous.

"Crystal Smith, if the one who's lying inside were me, would you be so worried?"

"What the heck are you talking about? Cut the craps. I don't answer hypothetical questions," Crystal scolded.

"If it had been me who saved you, would you also have knelt and begged him to save me?" Nathan pressed her on the question.

The force of his embrace became stronger.

"Unfortunately, there's no 'if' in the real world," Crystal gazed at him, "in your father's manor, you didn't save me either, did you?"

"I grabbed the wrong arm at that time."

"Oh?" Crystal looked at him with doubt, "You're Master Davis, known to be rigorous. Would you make such a big mistake?"

"You don't believe me?"

"I do..."

In fact, it didn't matter whether she believed it or not.

The reluctance in Crystal's tone was so apparent that it was impossible that Nathan could not hear it.

"It's true. I really saved the wrong person."

"Fine. Let's suppose that you intended to save me, but didn't you know that you couldn't pull a pregnant woman like that?" Crystal snorted sarcastically, "If I had been saved by you that day like Miss Garcia, after rolling around, I would have miscarried."

"This is common sense, and you should know about it," after taking a breath, Crystal added.

"It's in critical condition. How could I consider that?"

Of course, Crystal's safety was always in the first place for him.

"What about Eric? Why could he protect me, as well as the baby?"

In the same critical situation, knowing Crystal could not be treated roughly, Eric had rather risked his life to protect her and the baby.

"Crystal, that's not fair to me. The baby is his," Nathan confessed his real thought.

Crystal zipped her lips.

Nathan is right... If the baby were his, he would have protected it at the risk of his life as well, probably.

Yet, when Nathan gave this reason so bluntly, the sorrow in her heart was nothing less. Does the child deserve death just because it's not his child?

"Even if it's not your baby..." She raised her face, emotionless, "it's mine, after all."

"I admit that I'm narrow-minded and selfish, and I don't deny that I wish to have you had an abortion right away..." he recognized his mind frankly.

"Then why didn't you kill it by taking the opportunity of my coma? You could just lie to me that the baby already miscarried."

Nathan fixed his eyes upon her, a flicker of disappointment in his cold eyes. "In your eyes, am I so bad and vicious?"

"Indeed, when you're bad, you're like a devil."

Nathan frowned.

"And when I'm nice?"

Crystal heaved a sigh, "When you're nice, you're really sweet."

"You're finally willing to say something true," Nathan suddenly cheered up. He kissed her on the cheek, "I thought I'm totally a bad egg in your heart."

Crystal pushed away his face, speechless.

The nurses who passed by in the corridor could not help looking at the hunk.

He was whispering with Crystal, looking at her with affectionate eyes, as if he could see nothing and no one else except for her.

The bodyguards hurried to walk over to drive the passers-by away.

"Crystal, before meeting you, I'm a complete villain. But you make me better; don't give up on me."

"Once you give up on me, I'll become a bloodthirsty devil."

It's not his will to become a devil, but that there's vicious and evil blood flowing inside him.

Crystal's love was the only medicine to purify his blood, move and inspire him.

Vic stood behind Nathan, feeling the aura around Nathan become incredibly soft and tender after having Crystal back.

After a while, they went back to Crystal's ward.

Nathan put Crystal down on the bed gently and carefully, as if he were putting down a valuable antique.

Surrounded by Nathan's embrace for so long, the smell on Nathan left over her clothes and skin, enveloping her.

In a trance, everything seemed to go back to the past.. Those sad, horrible things seemed to have not happened at all.