Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

"So you give up so easily?" Said a demonic overbearing voice from Nathan.

"You just pretended to sacrifice yourself for the old Mrs. Bush, which made me think that you could really be willing to die to save someone. But in the final analysis, you're selfish." Nathan scoffed.

That was right. In the eyes of others, and in his eyes, Crystal was just selfish.

But if she was really selfish, why should she care about those people?

She could live the life she wanted happily and unrestrained.

But how could she do it?

"Come to my room."

With that ambiguous remark, Nathan went in first.

Crystal was slightly surprised. Did he change his mind as she gave up?

Crystal went back to her room without thinking. The old Mrs. Bush lay in bed, still unconscious.

She withdrew her gaze, blaming herself for not being ashamed.

She knew that Nathan's feelings for her had not gone away, so did she take advantage of his feelings?

And now, in order to achieve her goal, she was doing so.

Why did her heart wrinkle?

Crystal's eyes were red. Through it all, she suffered no less than Nathan.

She took a hard breath, but she decided to go to his room anyway.

Crystal knocked hesitantly and found the door ajar. The moment she knocked, it opened.

"Close the door." Nathan's cold voice came out.

Nathan sat down on the couch and took a big swig.

"Don't drink it." Crystal reached for the wine and snatched it away. "You didn't mean to let me watch you drink when you asked me to your room."

Nathan put down the bottle, went to the big bed, naturally took off his robe, and lay down on the bed.

"Apply the medicine for me."

Crystal saw the jars on the floor that Nathan had knocked over as Mabel tried to apply for the medicine.

Fortunately, there was a thick carpet on the floor, and the medicine jar was not broken.

Crystal picked up the medicine bottle and went to apply it.

Nathan's entire back was covered with red streaks and bruises, and it was swollen up.

Crystal thought he would hurt just looking at it.

Crystal's shoulders trembled, and her heart ached as if being whipped.

She could imagine how hard Eric beat him. Of course, Eric also suffered a lot.

She rubbed the medicine in her palm until it was hot, and she gently rubbed it over his bruised area.

"Harder."

Crystal paused.

"How can the medicine get in if you can't do it harder?"

Crystal tried harder, and his body began to tighten with pain.

Crystal gathered her strength.

"I told you to do it harder!" Was he torturing her or himself?

Crystal took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

But she could not get her hand down.

"What's wrong with you?" Said Nathan evilly. "Do you want to heal the old Mrs. Bush or not?"

"Nathan, why are you torturing me like that?" Crystal said in her heart.

"Rub it for me," he said as if it were not his

own. "Use whatever strength you have."

Crystal still couldn't do it.

"If you can't do it, get the hell out of here."

Crystal could not get down. All she wanted to ask was if he was hurt.

Of course, he did, but the pain stung him, paralyzed him, and made him forget the pain in his heart for a while.

"Crystal, I want you to rub it harder!"

Crystal ignored him at all and only applied for the medicine according to her own frequency and strength. Even if he refused to help her in the end, she helped him finish the medicine and left.

Crystal's fingers touched every part of his wound, and her eyes were already fogged up.

Tears seemed to fall at any moment. She quickly stood up and pushed back her tears.

Nathan sniffled. "Done? You may forget a crucial part."

Crystal didn't know what he was talking about.

"What, Mrs. Bush? Do you like to do things by halves?"

Crystal bit her lip. She knew that if she didn't do it for him, he wouldn't let anyone do it for him.

His back and waist were so badly hurt, so must his hips.

Crystal hesitated, taking off his only boxers.

Sure enough, the injury was serious but not as serious as the waist.

Crystal poured out the medicine and wiped it on him. Suddenly, a big tear fell down uncontrollably.

Her tears fell on the bruise on his waist.

Nathan's body stiffened visibly, and he felt the hot tear.

Crystal bit her lip and stood up to leave.

The next second, her wrist was gripped hard.

Nathan ground his feet, clutching her.

Crystal struggled hard. "Let me go!"

Her body was banged hard against his chest. Nathan's long fingers lifted her chin.

Crystal's red eyes fell into his.

Eyes met. Two tears fell from Crystal's eyes.

Nathan looked at her strangely for a long time. He fingered the tear in the corner of her eye. "What is this?"

Crystal tried to hold back her tears. But she failed.

Look what stupid thing she did! She made a mess of everything.

Nathan growled. "I am asking you, Crystal, what is this? Why are you crying?"

Crystal couldn't say anything now.

"You want to win my sympathy, loosen my vigilance, and then cast me off so cruelly?"

"Tell me." Nathan tugged at her thin lips, his smile growing eerier. "What are you going to do with me this time?"

He had seen enough of her hypocrisy!

She was gentle with him, and the next moment she was cold and hard.

Her performance was comparable to that of a first-rate actress, able to make her emotional tears come at once.

Nathan would never trust her again. "You liar."

Suddenly, Crystal's lips were cruelly stuffed.

Nathan's lips pried open hers with the smell of wine.

Her eyes were glazed, like a puppet in his lap, letting him play with her lips and teeth. Crystal's fist was tied between his chest, and she forgot to struggle.

Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes.

She had never been so miserable. She longed for his kiss. She missed him so much. His hot touch keeps her wanting more.

Salty tears flowed into her lips, mixing with his taste, so bitter.

Crystal's brain suddenly cleared, and she began to struggle.

Along with his soberness, Nathan jerked her off and laughed eerily.

"Guess how Eric would feel if he knew you'd come into my room in the middle of the night and make out with me?"

Crystal found him almost naked.

A pair of faded briefs hung from his lap. And the symbol of his male rigidity squeezed between her legs, he lifted her body and held it close to each other.

Crystal stared at him, her eyes misty.

"Will he see clearly who you really are?" Nathan's smile became crueler.

"You are still misbehaving when you are married. You are still with me in my room." He rubbed it maliciously. "I'd love to see his reaction."

Nathan picked her up and rubbed her back and forth with greater force.

The smell of her still fascinated him.

Why did her smell so easily excite his desire?