Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 1703 - 221: I Would Never Forgive You

Nancy's heart beat fast as Clark explained how he'd accidentally hung up the phone earlier that day. What if it was important? - she's worried. What was done was done, though, and she saw no point in punishing her son. "It doesn't matter," she said. "If it is important, they'll call back. Now, let's get your hair washed."

After the bath, Nancy helped her son get dressed, and then she handed him over to a servant. With that done, she went to find Crystal. At first, she could not find her friend, but that was only because she was playing hard to get.

Crystal was hiding in one of the spare rooms, and she was playing with her mobile phone. After the long morning that they'd had, she was trying to keep some distance between herself and Eric.

When Crystal saw Nancy, she looked up, smiled, and asked, "What's up?"

Nancy: "You received a call this morning. Clark answered the phone, though, and he accidentally hung up before he could get it to you. You can look at the number. Maybe you'll recognize it..."

Crystal sat up and took a look at the odd number on Nancy's phone. "I've never seen it before,"

Nancy: "Dial back to see who it is." Crystal nodded, but when she rang the number, no one picked up. "Maybe it's a wrong number," she suggested.

Nancy: "But he asked for you by name..."

Crystal shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "Nobody knows I'm here..."

"Okay, then." Nancy pulled Crystal up from the bed and said, "Let's go!"

Crystal: "Go? Where?"

Nancy: "To my place. Let's grab some clothes and articles of everyday use. Before you and Eric are married, we can live here. It will be more convenient for you to stay here, and I can spend more time with Clark."

Crystal: "Well... I guess so. And we can stop by the hospital on the way."

Nancy went to find the men, and when she told them her plan, she was surprised at how quickly they both agreed to it. She supposed that it was because Clark behaved better when she was there with him. And Eric didn't mind, either. Most likely, that was because he had promised to give her some freedom.

So, after planning to go to the hospital for the whole day, the two women finally set off.

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Meanwhile, Nathan's private jet had just landed in Kuerto. After Clark had hung up on him earlier in the day, he had used his tech team to track the call, and then he had decided to come. From as far away as he was, though, his tech team had only been able to track the call to the city. To get an exact location, he would need to get Nancy back on the phone. But, unfortunately, time after time, when he called the number, no one picked up.

There had been a series of black cars and an RV waiting for him at the airport, and all he could do now was drive around and keep calling.

Crystal had two small bags. One contained her hair, and the other held Paul's. She had pre-marked them so that when they got to the hospital, everything would be in order. The nurse who took the samples said it would take a week to get the results, which was about the same amount of time she had to plan her wedding.

It seemed everything was in order. In a week, she and Eric would go home, and Nancy and Clark would be free.

Crystal filled out a form and left her phone number so that the hospital could get in touch with her when everything was ready. The nurse clipped the form and the two bags of hair together, smiled, and asked if there was anything else.

"If I can't get to the hospital, can I get the results mailed to me?" Crystal asked. It was not easy for her to get away from Eric, and that worried her.

"It's not a problem," the nurse replied. "We have your address on the file that you just filled out. And if I'm not mistaken, the doctor is ready to see you now."

The nurse led Crystal into a consultation room, and something about it put her on edge. For one thing, the place was pitch black, which seemed a little suspicious to her. She took a step backward, but someone pushed her forward and closed the door behind her.

The smell of disinfectant was thick in the air, and it reminded her of the morgue, an autopsy room, and death. She tried the doorknob and was not surprised to find that it was locked. She began to panic, but the overhead light turned on before her anxiety got out of control.

And she came face to face with Nathan. "No! No! No! No!" she cried. She pushed him away with all her might. "What the fuck are you doing here?!?!" she demanded.

Nathan did not respond right away. At first, all he did was look at her. But then he moved in closer and forced her into his strong embrace. "I missed you," he said. Then he freed her hair from the elastic that bound it and buried his head into her thick locks. "God, you smell good. Just like I remember!"

Crystal tried to get away with all of her might, but he was way too strong for her.

Ignoring her struggles, Nathan pulled off his tie and tied her hands with it.

"Are you a pervert?" Crystal hissed. She was angrier than she had been in a long time, but her struggle was for naught, and all she managed to do was rub her wrists raw.

Crystal started the day wearing a thin wool lattice skirt and black stockings, but Nathan ripped the stockings, pulled them off, and threw them on the ground. He knew that what he was doing was abominable, but he had to have her, and he could not wait another minute. He was afraid that if he did not take action now, she might be taken away by Eric and become Mrs. Bush.

The most direct way to reach a woman's heart that Nathan could think of was to force her. Better to ask permission than forgiveness - that was his motto.

"I said I would never forgive you," Crystal shouted. "I hate you! I am going to marry Eric, and that is that."

"That's not up to you!" Nathan said, and as he spoke, he unbuttoned his shirt.

Crystal bit her lips. She had to admit that Nathan had a gorgeous face, and his intense olive-black eyes were intoxicating. The closer he got to that moment when he would take her, the more devoted to him she felt.. She hated herself for that, but she could not deny it.