Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Nathan had a knife wound in his chest that went into his heart when he forced her to confess her love for him.

The wound had already stuttered and was now a raised cut.

"Here it is." He said, "It's the closest to my heart. It's where you say you love me."

"Please stop that now, Nathan. You are out of your mind." Crystal shook her shoulders, her hand somehow caught in his.

She shuddered.

Nathan took her hand to the cut. He said it was the nearest to his heart.

"I'm not kidding. I really want to make it up to you." He never took his eyes off her, smiling. "I don't know if I can wash away some of your bad memories in this way or if I just want to feel the pain for you."

"You don't have to feel it, and you don't have to dilute it. I don't want you to make it up to me. There's nothing wrong with that, I beg you. Take the things out of here."

"I must do it."

"Why are you always so vain and obstinate? Why don't you listen to me once? Nathan, you don't know what you are doing."

Nathan saw that it was almost done. The charcoal crackled in the stove, and he picked up his tongs and pulled out the rose ring.

Crystal jumped at him and tried to stop him, but he pushed her shoulder with only one hand, separating her.

"Crystal, do you think anyone can stop me from doing what I want to do?"

"I wanted you to brand it on me. It was perfect." He gave a malicious smile from his lips. "If you won't, I'll do it myself."

Crystal shook her head. She knew she could not stop him. She had never stopped him from making any decisions. For example, she had no say as he loved her and hated her.

It seemed that his fiery love and his hysterical hatred were all his own thing.

No one could stop or intervene.

The red-hot ring and the rose-shaped pendant pressed against his scar.

He did not hesitate to print directly on it in a plume of smoke.

Crystal turned away, clutching the sheets with both hands.

For a long time, she struggled to speak and asked hoarsely, "Nathan, why do you always do that? Please wake up."

"I don't want to wake up when I am with you." His voice was so seductive.

Crystal quickly smelled something burning. Seeing the new wound in his chest, Crystal pressed the service bell.

"You must take medicine at once."

"Will you forgive me now?" Nathan pinched her chin and tentatively kissed her lips.

Crystal turned her face hard. "Yes, I forgive you."

Nathan's eyes glowed as he drew her into his arms.

"I forgive you, but that doesn't mean I want to be with you."

"Nathan, we don't really fit."

"In what way?"

"We don't fit in every way."

"Then you still won't forgive me."

"No, that's not what I meant."

"In the world, there are no two completely suitable people. There are only two people who complement and accommodate each other." Nathan squeezed her hand and said. "You don't have to change anything, and I can accommodate you."

Crystal could not speak, and she did not know what to say. Nothing seemed to convince him.

"Believe me. Take a chance on me, and I'll change."

But Crystal knew that he was still Nathan, no matter how he changed.

Moreover, she did not want him to change his character. That way, he wasn't Nathan, the person she loved.

Love?

She could not help laughing bitterly. Was she strong enough to love him again?

"Don't dismiss me out of hand because of these things. Will you at least give me probation?"

While she was distracted, he buried his head in her neck and gave her a strong kiss.

Crystal smiled sadly. This man was really like a child emotionally. He was always incredibly single-minded.

There was a knock on the door, and the nurse came in and caught sight of Nathan bending down to kiss Crystal.

She didn't come in, and she didn't go out, staying where she was awkward.

Crystal pushed his head away. "He's burned," she said. "Please get some burn medicine."

"Okay."

The nurse saw Nathan's face, blushed, and retreated shyly.

The door closed, and Crystal was pinned to the bed by Nathan, fingers crossed.

Crystal's eyes naturally fell on his chest.

Nathan knew that she looked back at the wound he had burned and smiled. "We're all branded the same, Crystal, and you'll never be anyone else's for the rest of your life."

Crystal moved her lips and finally said nothing.

"I want you to remember, every time you see the brand, not that you hate me, but that I love you."

Crystal sighed and gently fingered the tiny bangs that had fallen on his forehead.

Anyway, Nathan made the painful memories of the brand less painful and let go of the obsession.

She used to look in the mirror and think of his cruelty to her, but now, looking in the mirror, she would probably think that they all bore the same mark.

There was something indescribable in her.

Crystal's finger was caught by his hand.

He took her hand and rowed across his lips.

Suddenly he opened his mouth and put her delicate fingers in his mouth.

She jerked back, and he caught her again.

The nurse knocked on the door, pushed it open, and was again shocked by what she saw. She began to wonder if she had gone to the wrong place. This wasn't a hospital. But a love hotel?

Crystal pushed Nathan away, embarrassed.

"Have you got the medicine?"

"Yes, I did." The nurse walked up to them, handed the medicine over, and watched the man bury his head in the woman's neck.

The nurse's face flushed. She quickly put the medicine on the bedroom cupboard, turned, and rushed out.

"Nathan, stop that now!" The man treated the nurse as air.

Nathan teased her earlobes and didn't want to let go.

"I'll give you some medicine." Crystal gave him a push.

"Kiss me, and I'll get up."

"If you don't want me to give you medicine, forget it. You can do it yourself later!"

Crystal wanted to kick him with her legs, but she could not move.

"Then, let me kiss you again."

Crystal raised her hand and tried to slap him. Her hand went up in the air and finally fell. After all, she could not bear to beat him.

"Can't you be serious?"

"I like the way you smell."

"Get up!"

Nathan kissed her for a while before getting up and asking her to apply for the medicine.

She applied the cold white paste to his wound. She knew it hurt, but he didn't frown and stared at her fingers, sliding on his chest. "Let's leave the hospital this afternoon."

"Why?" Crystal wondered. "Didn't the doctor say that I should rest for half a month?"

"You can rest just as well when you go home."

"What about Eric?"

"What? You want to stay here with him?"