Chapter 349: Did He Throw The Watch Away?
Chapter 349: Did He Throw The Watch Away?
Nathan had been in low spirits all day. The problems between them could only be solved by themselves.
The door was unlocked.
Being pushed gently, it opened.
As soon as the door opened, Crystal caught sight of a lonely figure sitting on the chair by the window.
“Master Davis, here comes Miss Smith,” Vic reminded Nathan.
Nathan’s figure trembled slightly, but he did not immediately turn back.
There were some empty wine bottles on the table, and the room was filled with the smell of alcohol.
Crystal knew that the wine was not enough to make him drunk.
The window in front of Nathan was a huge screen for the people on the first floor. But seeing from the window in the room, each move on the first-floor hall was clear. Crystal’s heart sank.
“You are stalking me, aren’t you?” She tried to make herself sound indifferent, “You promised to let me go but stalk me the next day?”
Vic gave a low hollow cough, “Miss Smith. I told you, this is a coincidence.”
“How could it be a coincidence?”
Crystal did not believe it, no wonder she always felt a pair of eyes looking at her tonight.
The air around Nathan was as cold as ice. He stretched his hand, poured himself another glass of red wine as if he didn’t see Crystal. “Nathan Davis, a man should put it down and go ahead.”
“Don’t you remember what you told me at the manor? It has just been one day, and you already can’t stand it?”
Crystal did not want to get entangled with him anymore, and she wanted to cut everything off.
Crystal’s original intention was to minimize the harm to him, but he stalked her like that, watching her be with Eric was the cruelest torment for him on the contrary.
“Miss Smith...” Vic coughed again, “you misunderstood Master Davis.”
At this time, a woman’s voice sounded behind.
“Is this the room?”
Crystal turned around.
A sexy woman in a “professional” uniform walked in.
She had seen such kinds of women when she went on board, Eric had especially introduced her to what service those “professional women” offered...
Seeing Crystal in the room, the woman was a little confused.
“Fuck off!” Nathan’s low voice sounded.
Receiving the order, the woman turned around to leave.
Nathan’s eyes kept fixing on the window, but there were as if another pair of eyes at the back of his head.
“Not you, another woman,” he spoke in a cold and indifferent voice that Crystal had never heard.
The horrible aura given out from him was warning Crystal about the consequence of staying.
“Miss Smith, please leave,” Vic hurried to say.
A boom roared in Crystal’s brain instantly. Vic had thought that Crystal’s appearance could solve the problem, but it seemed that he had underestimated his master’s determination this time.
“Miss Smith, please leave. Young Master is in a fit of anger. No matter what misunderstandings you two have, I think now is not a good time to clear it up.”
Vic hastened to invite Crystal out and closed the door without further delay, leaving the “professional woman” and Nathan inside. Crystal stood still at the door, stiff all over.
“Of course I’ll leave, but there’s a locator in this chain bracelet.”
“Master Davis already threw the watch away. He won’t be able to see your whereabouts anymore,” said Vic.
Did he throw the watch away?
Crystal didn’t believe her ears.
Vic had heard it from the servants in the manor. It seemed that this time, Nathan’s determination was unshakable.
Crystal seized her wrist, pressing hard on the chain bracelet.
The chain bracelet didn’t match her dress at all, but she remembered what Nathan had warned her:
“Never take it off!”
“You have to wear it every minute, every second!”
But ironically, the one who took it off first was Nathan himself.
“Besides, it’s really a coincidence that you meet the Young Master here,” Vic explained, “Mr. Garcia is one of his business partners. They used to be in a good relationship. So, after receiving an invitation from Mr. Garcia, I proposed to the Young Master to adjust his mood by attending the party.”
So, is it indeed a coincidence?...
Vic showed Crystal the invitation card.
“Look, we received the invitation card a few days ago. If Miss Smith doesn’t believe me, you can seek proof from Mr. Garcia.”
In an instant, Crystal blushed with shame.
Do I misunderstand him?...
Indeed, there’s no need for Nathan to stalk her and spy on her in such a sneaky way.
Moreover, if he didn’t mean to put their past down, he would have shown up when seeing her be with Eric together.
But he hadn’t, his attitude towards her was so cold, even he hadn’t felt like taking a look at her.
Now, Crystal regretted that she had rushed into the room very much.
Nathan must have already put down everything, he threw the watch, came here to have fun, and even had a woman on a date ...
He’s really going to let it go…
Crystal smiled bitterly.
It turned out that she was flattering herself... She felt tight in the chest. Even the air around her became thin.
So she walked out of the cabin to take a fresh breath on the deck.
The sea breeze was cold at night, and her dress could not keep her warm at all.
She hugged herself with folded arms, trembling and breathing out.
The night was really cold, but she did not want to go back to the cabin.
Upon looking at the sea in darkness, her eyes were empty, seeming like they were losing direction.
Is my choice right or wrong?
She didn’t know, but maybe someday, when she recalled all the past, she would get the answer.
All of a sudden, a steady string of footsteps sounded behind her.
Step by step, the footsteps were approaching her.
Crystal was nervous. Her hands grasped the railing tightly.
A coat with a masculine smell was draped over her shoulders. The smell was like a basin of cold water, putting out the fire of expectation in her heart.
Eric whispered, “Darling, don’t forget that we have to do the check-up tomorrow. You can’t catch a cold.”
A trace of mockery appeared at the corner of her lips.
Crystal Smith, what on earth are you looking forward to? She questioned herself.
Eric held her hands, finding her fingertips were as cold as ice.
“Don’t get sick,” he exhorted.
“Eric Bush, do you care about me or care that I can’t do the check-up if I get sick?”
“Of course, I’m caring about my wife’s health.”
“Really? Then you must hide your regard so well that I can’t see it at all…”
