Chapter 263: Go Make Me Something To Eat

Chapter 263: Go Make Me Something To Eat

Eric was sitting on the sofa in the living room. His feet were on the coffee table, and he was watching a surveillance recording that had been taken from the room Nathan was occupying. He was watching Crystal’s performance, and so far, he was pleased with what he had seen, that is until he saw the kiss that Nathan had given her.

His cold eyes filled with anger, and when he heard Crystal coming down the stairs, he turned and said, “I saw the kiss. Do you mind telling me what that was about?”

Crystal’s face turned red from shame, and she said, “He caught me off guard. It won’t happen again.”

“It had better not!” Eric growled. He abruptly got up from the sofa, strode towards her, and picked her up. He threw her over his shoulder, and then he carried her into the bathroom.

“What are you going to do?” Crystal cried.

“You’ll see,” Eric replied ominously. Once he had the door shut behind them, he sat her on the toilet, and he used a wet cloth to scrub away Nathan’s kiss from her hand. He was using too much force, though, and when Crystal could no longer stand the pain, she begged him to let her wash her own hand.

When Eric heard that, he added soap to the cloth and scrubbed even more fiercely than before.

“Please,” Crystal whined. “You are scraping the skin right off me!”

“It will grow back,” Eric said cruelly. “You are my wife, and nobody else’s lips should be touching your skin! And if you think this is bad, wait until you see what I do to him!”

Crystal sighed without any further complaint. Then, after having scrubbed her dermis down to her hypodermis, he finally let up. Then he gently rinsed the back of her hand off with warm water, towel-dried it, and tenderly kissed the place that had so offended him. “There,” he said. “Clean slate.”

“What about every other place that has been kissed by men that are not you?” Crystal asked nervously.

“Those don’t matter,” Eric explained. “We were not married at the time. Anyway, what do you think we should do to punish Nathan? If you don’t have any better ideas, I think I will cut out his tongue and soak it in wine!”

Crystal was taken aback. “How dare you?!?!”

“I just do.” Eric chuckled. “Is there a problem?”

Crystal sighed and said, “I don’t know. Can I think about it for a while?”

“Why not?” Eric patted her on the bottom and said, “In the meantime, why don’t you be a good little woman and get me my dinner?”

Crystal was speechless. She did not appreciate the way he had spoken to her, but she did not want to rock the boat.

Eric patted her on the bottom again.

“Don’t just stand there lollygagging,” he said. “I’m hungry. Go make me something to eat!”

Crystal nodded wordlessly, turned towards the kitchen, and walked away.

Eric called after her: “Call me when you’re done.” And then he returned to the sofa and picked up his newspaper.

Nancy was in the kitchen, and when she saw Crystal, she said, “I heard what happened. Did Nathan eventually eat?”

Crystal shook her head. “It doesn’t matter, though. When he gets hungry enough, he will eat. Anyway, since you are here, can you help me cook supper? Eric is hungry, but you know what a bad cook I am...”

“Sure.” Nancy smiled and suggested that they use the turkey broth and make a soup. Then, while she was instructing Crystal on how to make the soup, she made a plethora of other dishes on her own.

The meal took an hour to make, and when it was finished, the servants laid it out on a table in Nathan’s room. This seemed an odd choice for a place to eat, but this is where Eric wanted everyone to eat, and he was the master of the house. When Nathan saw the servants setting up the meal, though, he just turned away, and he refused any of the food that was offered to him.

Then, when he heard that Crystal had prepared the meal, he reconsidered his resistance. Did she make this all especially for me? - he wondered. If so, then he would eat - How could I not?

Once the food was laid out, the servants filled the glasses with wine and lit the candles. After that, they called for their master.

Crystal and Nancy walked into the room first, and Eric followed behind them.

When Nathan saw his enemy, his pupils dilated, and he felt the temperature drop.

Crystal refused to look at Nathan. She just sat at the table and tried to keep to herself. She had not realized that Eric could be this cruel.

The meal was delicious, but Crystal had lost her appetite. Eric smiled up at her after having a couple of bites and said, “Darling, I didn’t know that you were such a great cook!”

Crystal was speechless.

Eric touched her hand and said, “Darling, I want a piece of beef.”

“Don’t you have hands?” Crystal muttered. “I’m not your mother...”

Eric frowned.

Crystal tried to control herself. She forced herself to smile, and as she served him three slices of beef, she said, “My love, I was only having a bit of fun. You should have seen the look on your face, though.” After he’d had a bite, she asked him if he liked it.

“Everything you give me is delicious,” he replied. “Keep it coming.”

Crystal wanted to poke him in the face with her fork.

Eric took her hand suddenly. He stroked it and kissed it, and then he said, “In the future, though, you can leave the cooking to the servants.”

Crystal was speechless. What is he up to? - she wondered.

Eric cut a piece of pork that was in his place and brought it to his mouth. Then, at the last minute, he changed his course and offered the meat to Crystal.

Not knowing what else to do, Crystal opened her mouth and accepted the food. Her cheeks turned red from embarrassment, though. She did not like it when he treated her like a helpless child.