Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 1720 - 238: Don’t Dare Lie To Me

Before Noah could hug Nancy, Clark grabbed her hand and shook it. "Mom," he said. Do you want uncle Noah to hug you? Why do you want him to hug you? Can't you hug me instead?" The boy was jealous, but because he had an immature face, he looked lovely.

Nancy gently squeezed his small face. "I feel a little uncomfortable," she explained patiently. "So, I don't have enough strength to hug you anymore. When I recover, I can hold you again. Is that okay?"

"I can hug you, Mom." After speaking, Clark reached out his hands to hug Nancy. He stretched his arms as far around her as he could and buried his face in her stomach.

Nancy was amused. She kissed her son on the cheek and said, "Clark, when you grow up when I am too old to walk, will you help me?" She hoped that Clark would grow up quickly. Once he was a real man, no one would be able to bully him.

Noah helped Nancy downstairs, and then he left. Nancy would have invited him to dinner, but she did not have the right. After all, this was Paul's home.

Nancy was not surprised to see Michelle waiting at the foot of the table. It was a place of honor, and it had once been hers. By now, Michelle had sobered up a bit, and she was wearing the silk nightgown that Nancy and Crystal had vandalized. It had a cut in the armpit, and if she raised her hand, everyone would be able to see her breasts.

Nancy and Crystal had not thought that she... would wear the gown. She wore it with pride, though. She must not be aware of the damage - thought Crystal- She must have been drunk still when she put it on...

Michelle had removed her makeup to reveal her delicate facial features, and she was barely recognizable as the supermodel that she was.

Eric watched silently as Crystal approached the table. He could smell the scent of battle in the air, which was extraordinarily strong, and it seemed that there would be a good show today.

In a women's war, the men stood by and watched. Then, when the curtains closed, they could applaud and help with the clean-up. That being said, Eric was a little bit worried about Michelle. Crystal was a vicious contender. "Is this absolutely necessary?" he asked. "After all, we are visitors here, and I, for one, would not like to lose face."

"You want me to save face? Crystal snarled.

"For whom?"

"Who do you think?" Eric asked sarcastically.

Crystal spat on the ground and said, "Paul, obviously. But why would I care what Paul thinks about me?"

"Touché." Eric sighed. "What are you going to do?" he asked.

"You know what I am going to do," Crystal replied. "Don't play dumb with me!" Paul frowned. Sometimes, it seemed that he could read her like a book. Now, though, he had no idea what she was thinking. Finally, he admitted defeat. "Whatever you are going to do," he said. "Do it. See if I care..."

Crystal turned to look at Michelle. She had stood up already, and when their eyes met, sparks flew between them. They looked at each other with contempt, and Crystal was not afraid of her opponent. Michelle was not so confident, though. As they prepared to spar, she glanced at Nancy, and then she looked at Eric.

It is almost as if she is waiting for someone to intervene- thought Crystal.

When no one came to Michelle's rescue, she took a step backward and hung her head in shame. Then, after a moment of silence, she said, "Welcome to Kuerto. You must all be distinguished guests. Help yourself to whatever you see. Mi casa es su casa."

Crystal nodded and sat down beside Eric. He put his hand on her leg, and she smiled.

Michelle walked towards Paul and said, "Paul's friends are also my friends. I hope that you can all feel at home here. If you have any needs, please do not hesitate to ask me. I hope that you can all have a fun time while you are here." Once she was finished speaking, she smiled and looked around. It was obvious that she was finally completely sober, and she was embarrassed about her appearance earlier that day.

A servant pulled out the chair at the foot of the table for Michelle. It was across from Paul, and she quickly sat down. After sitting down, she nodded to the guests one by one and said, "Dig in. Get it while it's hot."

The food had been set already, and when Michelle reached for the potatoes, she froze, and her face turned red.

Paul looked at her and asked, "What's the matter?"

"There seems to be something on the chair," she replied. "It seems that I am stuck...".

One of the things that Nancy and Crystal had done when they had vandalized Michelle's gown was cut a hole in the bottom. Then, when Nancy saw what she was wearing, she put superglue on her chair. Because Michelle was not wearing any underwear, her bottom and private parts were stuck to the chair. She did not know what had happened, though, and when she tried to get up again, she screamed in pain.

Crystal and Nancy looked at each other. They wanted to laugh, but they were able to restrain themselves.

"What's the matter?" Paul asked for the second time.

Crystal began to eat casually, and after swallowing her first bite, she looked up and said, "I accidentally broke the chair. I asked a worker to fix it. When the glue was being applied, I accidentally spilled some. I was just about to tell Michelle, but everything happened too fast. It is not a problem, is it? Once we are all done eating, we can give her some privacy, and she can slip out of the nightgown and run upstairs to change."

Crystal blinked her big eyes innocently. She was not afraid of Paul's furious glare. She turned to Eric and said, "I am sorry. It seems that your friend is very angry. I am very afraid."

Eric pinched her nose and smiled. Because of him, Paul would not attack her. He knew, though, that the "mishap" had been an intentional attack. If it had been an accident, the glue would have dried already.

Paul shot Nancy a dirty look. "Do you know anything about this?" he snapped. "And don't you dare lie to me!"

Nancy remained silent, and she refused to look him in the eyes. It was obvious that she was at least partially responsible, but she would never admit it. The place where Michelle was sitting had once been reserved for her, and she was bitter about being reduced to a second-class citizen in what had once been her home.

The day that Paul had given Michelle her seat, that had been the day she realized that she had lost her place in his heart.