Chapter 172: Buy Them For Me

Every time Nathan made a dirty joke, Crystal was rendered speechless. When he said such ambiguous, lustful words, though they did not bother her because of his noble temperament, instead, they made her weak in the knees, and she thought - This man is like the proverbial wolf in sheep’s clothing.

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Back at the Beverly villa- As soon as Nanny Elma heard the sound of Nathan’s car in the driveway, she ran out to greet him, without even taking the time to wash her hands. She hoped that her pious loyalty would win her the Best Employee Award.

Nathan barely noticed her, though. He kicked off his shoes, threw his coat on the couch, and walked into his study without a word.

When Crystal heard him come in, she went to look for the medicine box. She had heard from Vic that Nathan had a headache, so she wanted to find painkillers for him.

The medicine box was stuffed with all kinds of medicine. Crystal looked over the instructions and read each bottle’s label.

At this time, Elma was preparing a glass of milk for Helen, and when she passed the hallway, she happened to see Crystal. Her brow furrowed, and she wondered - What is that girl up to now?

When Crystal saw Elma, she hurriedly shoved the medicine bottles back into the box.

Then she smiled and said, “Elma, do you have any painkillers?”

Elma raised her head arrogantly and continued on her way without saying a single word to Crystal. She gave Helen the milk, and when she returned, she was surprised to find Crystal waiting for her.

Crystal: “Your young master has a headache. If we don’t have painkillers, you will have to go out and buy them. If you do not, and he gets angry, who do you think he will blame? Me or you? Of course, he will blame you!”

Elma stared at Crystal fiercely. “Come with me,” she said. She and Helen hadn’t lived in the villa for very long, so their luggage wasn’t unpacked yet, but she knew where she kept her painkillers, and she quickly found them.

Crystal was leaning on the door. After taking the painkillers, she casually asked if Elma had any Morning After Pills. The Nanny looked at her suspiciously and said, “No.”

Crystal: “Buy them for me.”

Elma: “Why should I listen to you?”

Crystal: “Because we have common goals. You don’t want me to have a baby, and neither do l. Of course, you do not have to cooperate with me, but if I really am pregnant, I will have no choice but to give birth to the child. Then, after its birth, Nathan will favor my child over Helen’s. Is that what you want?”

Elma: “Why don’t you buy it yourself?”

Crystal: “If I could, I would. Do you think I enjoy wasting my time talking bullshit with you?”

Elma took another look at Crystal, clenched her teeth, and finally agreed. “I’ll buy them for you,” she said.

Crystal: “Let’s keep this between you and me.”

Elma sighed and said, “Fine. But you have to take medicine in front of me.”

Crystal nodded but said nothing.

Elma took off her apron, changed her clothes, and went out of the door. Meanwhile, Crystal took the painkillers into the study, knocked on the door, and pushed it open.

Nathan looked away from the computer screen on his desk and met Crystal’s eyes. He was massaging his temples, and Crystal could tell that he was in pain. “I heard Vic say you have a headache,” she said. She sniffed the room and smiled. “Is aromatherapy helping?” she wondered.

Nathan: “Hmm. Come here.”

Crystal walked over, and as soon as she was within arm’s length, he grabbed her, pulled her to him, and cuddled her. A minute passed, and then he sat her on his knee. Finally, he brought up an image on the computer and said, “Look here.”

“What is this?” Crystal asked. She was dazzled by what she saw.

Nathan: “These are the people who own the same cufflink as the one you received from your Mother.”

While Nathan was talking, Crystal took the opportunity to stuff a painkiller into his mouth. He frowned and refused to swallow. “What are you trying to feed me?” he growled.

“Relax,” she said. “It is for your headache.” She picked up the bottle of water that was sitting on the desk and passed it to him.

Nathan smiled as he lifted her chin. Then he fed her a mouthful of water, and before Crystal could swallow, he pressed his lips to hers and plundered the water from her mouth. As the water passed between them, some of it dribbled down their chins in a way that was erotic and enticing.

Before long, Crystal’s shirt was soaked, and the material became translucent, giving Nathan a clear view of her cleavage and the outline on her nipples. “Hmm...” he said. He cupped her left breast in his right hand and gave it a playful squeeze.

Crystal couldn’t help but clench her fists. She gently beat her fists against his chest in silent protest, but Nathan didn’t let her go until their lips were numb.

Crystal: “So, have you found out who my biological father is?”

Nathan: “All of the people in the photo have been investigated, including the fencing master, Warren Kim. That’s normal, though. There are very few people who own that cufflink, but it may still be hard to figure out your Father’s identity.”

Crystal: “Hmm. That makes sense. After all, he is a rapist.”

Nathan propped his chin against her head, “Maybe he didn’t mean to be a rapist...

Before Crystal could reply, there was a knock at the door. Then, without waiting for a word of welcome, Elma came in. She had a dessert dish in her hands, and when Nathan wasn’t looking, she winked at Crystal. Then she placed the tray on the desk and silently slipped back into the hall.

Crystal, of course, knew what Elma had meant by the wink. So, once the nanny was gone, she sighed and said, “I need to go to the restroom.” After saying this, she jumped out of his arms.

Nathan watched her go, and before she made it to the door, he said, “I wanted you to say that you will have my baby!”

Crystal paused, half-turned, smiled, and said, “Of course.” And she would, too, but not now. It wasn’t because she didn’t love him, either. She just didn’t want things to be more complicated than they already were.

For the moment, what she wanted was very simple: One home and one person to love and be loved by. “I’ll be right back,” she said, and she hurried out of the bedroom. Then she closed the door behind her, and instead of going to the bathroom, she went down the stairs.

Elma was waiting for her in the kitchen with the medicine. “You had better not change your mind!” she hissed.