Crystal was cradled on the bed, and she pushed him violently.
Nathan's lower back was hurt, and he tightened his eyebrows painfully when he moved. He gripped her body hard. "Don't move."
"Nathan, how could you do this to me?"
"You brought it yourself."
"Over and over again, you came to me." He pinched her jaw. "I put up with you because I had feelings for you. And now, what do you think you are?"
Crystal had a pale lip.
"Who do you think you are that you can come to me at will?"
"I…"
He pressed her lips viciously again, and his big hand was wantonly removed from her body, tugging at her clothes.
Crystal dodged her body.
His lips scratched back and forth on her face with a demonic smell of alcohol.
"Nathan, I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant. "
"So what?"
"You know what's going to happen to me if you forced me to have sex with you."
"Oh, yes?" He grabbed her by the hair. "Do you think I care?"
Didn't he care? Yes, he must not care about the child. He hated the child.
But such an abortion would cause heavy bleeding and even endanger her life.
Her life may be cheap and insignificant, but she didn't want to be killed by him.
"I'm gonna die, Nathan, I'm gonna die." Crystal looked at him holily. "Do you want me to die?"
Nathan's hand stiffened a bit, and the next second, his even greater force exploded, tearing her fabric apart.
It was anger, it was hatred, and it was rage! Nathan tore wildly at her clothes. "In my mind, the old Crystal is dead."
Crystal's eyes went red.
"And you are Mrs. Bush now."
He put his hand on her chest and kissed her white neck, leaving hickeys that belonged to him.
Nathan's kisses were imprinted on Crystal's fair skin after another.
He was breathing thin heat, moving around his waist, rubbing her hard across his clothes.
In spite of this, he did not really encroach on her.
Crystal, heartbroken, grabbed him by the hair.
Sweat dripped from the end of his nose. "This is my last warning to you."
"Don't blame me for taking you back if you dare meddle with me again," he stroked her pretty cheek. "But don't think you'll get what you used to when you come back to me."
A warning voice sounded in her ear, as if from hell.
"You will taste the most terrible torture. I have had enough of your lies!"
Crystal's eyes were blank, passing through him. For some reason, she saw the portrait on the wall facing the big bed.
There was a man in the picture. The black eyes were not so deep and seemed to reflect the light.
Crystal suddenly understood. "You spy on me?"
He was just gasping.
"You hid the camera in the picture?"
Nathan said nothing, pulled her face, and kissed her again.
He didn't hide the camera, but there was a picture in every room with the camera hidden.
He just opened it.
His close kisses muffled her words, and no more sound came from her.
The smell of Crystal lingered before his breath.
He was so in love with her. Nathan gave her a wild kiss because he knew it would probably be the last time he kissed her.
She was a woman who never deserved the slightest bit of nostalgia from him. If she ever appeared in front of him again and disturbed his peace, he would strike her mercilessly, making her wish for death and making her see clearly the consequences of provoking him again.
He would play with her and throw her away. He would give her a taste of what it felt like to be trampled, give her back ten or even a hundred times what he had suffered.
The long friction did not subside his desire but made it more painful and swollen.
Nathan was hungry for more. Nathan lifted her skirt and tore off her pantyhose.
Crystal suddenly stopped struggling and closed her eyes.
The rain was falling harder and harder outside, and the thunder was thundering in her ears.
She felt only a burning heat trickle down her inner thigh.
Nathan didn't enter her eventually but let her handle his desires with her hands.
An extremely ambiguous special smell diffused in the room.
Nathan grabbed her by the hair. "Don't expect me to help you anymore," he said. "And you better hope you don't fall into my hands again."
Crystal opened her eyes.
"Do you want me to help the old Mrs. Bush? Keep dreaming. She deserved all this," Nathan sniffed. And you, if you don't want to be more miserable than she is, you'd better get the hell out of here."
There seemed to be nothing but burning hatred under his eyes.
"Crystal, I feel sick just looking at you now."
His face seemed to say that falling in love with her was the worst thing that had ever happened to him.
Crystal laughed. It wasn't her choice to meet him.
She wished she had never met him.
If time could be turned back, she would go back to the womb and strangle herself. If she hadn't been born, she wouldn't have involved so many people in trouble.
Carlos, her parents, Nathan and Eric.
"Get out of here at once! Now!"
Crystal didn't react yet. She was grabbed by him and thrown away. She fell out of bed with a thud, disheveled, tears still visible on her cheeks.
Nathan sat on the bed and yelled at her, "Get out!"
Crystal sat up numbly, opened the door, and went out.
She walked along the corridor like a zombie. The servants looked at her with wonder.
Outside the window, the thunder was still unrelenting. She really wanted to run into the rain and disappear from the world.
But as soon as she had taken a step out, she thought again of those whom she had implicated.
In an instant, she drew back her feet and walked back.
When the servant heard the knock, she opened the door and saw Crystal with glazed eyes.
She walked into the room and glanced over at the old Mrs. Bush, who was lying unconscious on the bed.
"Help me get a change of clothes," Crystal said hoarsely and went into the bathroom.
She seemed to feel very cold. She made the water very hot and washed it again and again.
Her skin was red and hot, but she didn't feel it.
Suddenly, Crystal's hand felt across her chest.
She was not qualified to keep the ring on her finger, but fearing that it would fall off again, she ran up on a chain and hung it around her neck.
Now the chain and the ring are gone. She guessed it was Nathan tearing her dress when the chain came off.
Crystal smiled with empty eyes. It didn't belong to her in the first place, so no matter how well she kept it, it was going to go away.
Besides, what was the use of her keeping it?
Was it buried with her in her coffin when she died?
She probably would not have a coffin or a cemetery.
Crystal looked at the hickeys. They could be hidden from Eric, but what if Nathan showed the video to Eric?
No man would allow his wife to behave like this, let alone Eric.
She ignored Eric's injuries and told him to go out. Then she ran off to Nathan's room to apply the medicine for him and made out with him.
Crystal held onto her hair. Her skin was burning red, and she didn't even know what she had done.
She just wanted all the people she loved to be safe and happy. But why was this little wish so difficult to achieve?
She didn't ask for more from God and even forgot herself. Why is it so hard for her to have such a small wish granted?
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