Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 1675 - 193: She’s Trying To Escape

Nathan turned to Helen and smiled. "How can I reward you for being so nice?" he asked.

Helen: "I don't want anything. I just want you to spend more time with the baby and me."

Nathan: "Sure. Why not? Do you have anything in mind?"

"Why don't we take Miss Helen for a walk, sir?" Nanny Elma interrupted.

Nathan stood up, and Helen took his hand. "But what about Miss Smith?" she asked.

Elma glanced at Crystal arrogantly and said, "Miss Smith is a servant. She'll come with us!"

Crystal smiled coldly. Of course, she couldn't refuse. At this point, she had no other options other than to do as she was told.

When Helen held Nathan's arm, she looked like a little woman. She was beaming with happiness and radiating joy.

Crystal was still in a daze, though, and when Elma pushed her, she tripped and fell face-first into a statue and fell on her ass. She had been hurt more these past few days than she had in her previous eighteen years combined, and she was numb to it. Still, when everyone started laughing at her, she was reminded that there was always another kind of pain, one that she was not immune to.

Crystal looked around. She assumed that someone would offer her a hand, so she was disheartened when she discovered she was alone. Finally, she got up and followed behind the others.

Nathan turned his head and glared at Crystal. He hadn't forgotten how she'd refused his advances.

Crystal knew that he was looking at her, and she looked away. She guessed that he would lead them to the city gate, through the fountain, to the sea. After all, they were walking along the cobblestone road - so where else would they be going?

Crystal felt trapped, and she was claustrophobic. It didn't matter how big the villa was. So long as she was being held against her will, it felt like her world was closing in on her.

Elma suggested they stop to pick some flowers. "Miss Helen loves flowers," she said.

Nathan frowned when he heard this. Few men liked flowers, and he was no exception. When he made this clear, though, it confused Crystal. Before today, he had always loved flowers. Tears welled up in her eyes when she thought about this. Where did my Nathan go? - she wondered, not for the first time.

When Helen saw the look on her face, she began to laugh. Then, in a baby voice, she said, "Oh, boohoo. Is Miss Smith going to cry?"

Crystal wiped her eyes and said nothing.

There's no point in starting an argument - she reminded herself.

Helen returned to Nathan's side, and they continued on their way. It wasn't long before they could hear the water, and Crystal said, "I hear fetuses like to listen to the sound of waves. It's their favorite sound."

Elma scowled and said, "Who told you to talk so much?" Then she slapped Crystal across the face. Crystal didn't move at all, so she hit her again. When Crystal still didn't do or say anything, Elma was at a loss for words, and she stormed off in a huff.

Nathan laughed as he watched the confrontation, and when it came to its inevitable conclusion, he shrugged and said, "That sounds like a fine idea. Let's give the fetus a treat and take it to the sea!"

Crystal's eyes flashed with happy surprise. "You have good taste," she said. "Look, Miss Helen is so happy."

Nathan looked at Helen, and she forced herself to smile. All the while, she was cursing Crystal in her heart. Typically, she was a lazy person, and she had zero interest in walking all the way to the seat and back.

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At the sea - The first thing Crystal saw as they approached the water was the private plane floating on the water. Near that, there was a speedboat. It is a pity that I don't know the manor's exact location - she thought - but maybe I can still figure something out...

There were picnic tables and chairs along the beach, and Elma began to set out the snacks and beverages that she'd brought. Nathan sat down with Helen and put his hand gently on her belly. She smiled and asked if there were any shells in the sand. He nodded and said, "Go ahead. Collect shells if that's what you want to do."

Helen took off her shoes and stepped on the sand like an excited child.

Nathan: "There are also conches and crabs."

When Elma heard this, she looked at Crystal, pointed to the shoreline, and said, "You, there. Go and fetch a conch for Miss Helen."

Crystal sighed happily. She had been trying to figure out how to get away from these people and get closer to the plane, and she had not expected the opportunity to arrive so soon.

Crystal nodded obediently and began to walk towards the water. Once there, she began to stroll along the coastline, gradually going deeper and deeper. She had a bag around her waist that had jewelry in it, and occasionally she'd bend down, pretend to pick up a shell, and add it to the collection. She looked back from time to time. Fortunately, no one was paying any attention to her.

Crystal wanted to get on the plane, but she couldn't fly it. She was not a pilot, so she walked out to the speedboat. Once there, she quickly got on to it and pulled the throttle.

The loud roar soon caught Nathan's attention, and when he saw what that was, he used his cell phone and ordered Vic to deal with the problem.

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With the seat of the speedboat vibrating beneath her, and the wind blowing in her hair, Crystal felt free for the first time in a very long time. Unfortunately, the feeling did not last long. The minute she heard the Thwomp! Thwomp! Thwomp! Sound in the distance, she knew what it was. Nathan had dispatched his helicopter, and Vic was hot on her heels.

A minute later, Vic's voice assaulted her from the helicopter's loudspeakers: "Miss Smith, our young master, orders you to stop!"

Crystal smiled coldly and muttered, "Over my dead body!" She stepped on the gas, and the speedboat sped up. The waves beat her face and blurred her vision, but she didn't care. She would be free, or she would die trying to escape.

One thing she didn't know, though, was that Vic had picked up Nathan before giving chase.. Thus, she was in more danger than she realized.