Chapter 405: What Does She Draw?

Chapter 405: What Does She Draw?

“On the contrary, I would be honored,”

“Nathan, are you crazy?”

“I’m only crazy about you.”

Crystal pulled at the quilt quickly, blocking the key point uneasily. “Have you had enough? Get out of here.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll go out after I check you all over.” His eyes grew more and more dangerous.

Crystal had noticed that his breath was unsteady.

The two had been apart for so long. It was difficult for a normal man, in the face of their beloved woman, and in such a body without a piece of the case, not to be emotional.

“You’re asking for it,” Crystal said sarcastically.

She was pregnant now, so of course, he couldn’t touch her.

Now he had to examine her like this. What was it that he did not seek to suffer if he failed to dissipate the lust he had stirred up himself?

Nathan’s Adam’s apple rolled over and pressed his desire.

“I just wanted to make sure you were fine.”

He examined her body carefully, including her fingers and toes. He assured himself that there was no other wound in her body.

He kissed her shoulder vigorously. He tensed himself, and his breath was boiling hot.

“Crystal, you are beautiful.” He said as he kissed her hard. “How can I allow someone to possess you? I’m afraid to even think about it.”

“I won’t touch you. Don’t worry.” He swallowed hard, letting go of her and tucking her in.

“I just checked on you, I won’t do anything else.”

Nathan knew she was pregnant three months, unable to do strenuous exercise, so he let her go. He walked into the bathroom and washed his face with cold water. But that wasn’t enough. He tried to cool off with cold water.

Before he left the room, he suddenly remembered something and said, “I’m staying for dinner tonight.”

Crystal remembered that, too. “Why did you promise the old Mrs. Bush to stay for dinner?”

“Do you think I want to?”

The old Mrs. Bush said that every time Amos came to see her, he would eat dinner and then go away.

“I almost got kissed by her.”

Crystal was shocked.

Nathan seemed to be extremely upset with anger throughout his body. “If it weren’t for you, another woman wouldn’t have come closer to me.”

Crystal knew that he had tried very hard with the Old Mrs. Bush. All she wanted now was that the old Mrs. Bush could get better soon. That was all she could do for Eric.

“And she let you go right after dinner?”

“I don’t know. If she wouldn’t let me go, please help me. Nathan said coldly, “Get dressed and come down.”

“But she doesn’t let outsiders disturb you, isn’t she?”

“I don’t mind if you appear as a servant.”

“Is that okay?”

“You know, when I do things I don’t like, I get very angry. I can keep my temper under control if you stay with me.”

She had to go down and stay with him.

“I see,” Crystal said irritably.

“I’ll have the servant’s clothes brought to you.” He knew she would be uncomfortable with the old Mrs. Bush, so she was shrewd enough to block her retreat.

“If you don’t come back in half an hour, you know what will happen.”

“I see.” Crystal interrupted. “I’ll go down as soon as I get dressed.”

Then Nathan opened the door and went out. Every minute he spent with Crystal was precious to him.

Also, because of Crystal, he agreed to help the old Mrs. Bush. Otherwise, why should he help Eric’s mother?

In the villa, the servants were soon assembled in two neat rows in the living room. Nathan sat on the sofa, asked in a cold voice, “Did your master have violent tendencies?”

All the servants shook their heads. “Did he ever hit Crystal?” Nathan squinted. Of course, he wanted to find out if Eric had threatened Crystal with violence.

Besides, he wanted to investigate himself.

All the servants shook their heads again. “Do you know the consequences of lying to me?” Nathan glanced at them like a wolf. Just a glance was enough to make all the people in awe.

A bolder servant hastened to say, “Our master loved our Young Mistress very much. He treated so meticulously in every possible way, and how could he beat her?”

Nathan was furious when he called Crystal Young Mistress.

But he fought back his anger. “How did she get that wound in her arm? Who knows?”

“I.” The servant gave a feeble reply, “I was a servant of Young Mistress, and Young Mistress herself cut it.”

Nathan’s eyes fluttered in disbelief!

“You say that again?”

The servant shivered. “I saw the Young Mistress cut her arm with a blade.”

“You saw it with your own eyes?”

“Well, the Young Mistress cut her arm not once or twice, so the Young Master had me put away the blades and the sharp props.”

The servant paused, looking at Nathan’s creepy expression, and bowed her head.

“That day, Young Mistress woke up in the middle of the night and went into the bathroom again. I heard her rummaging, so I went for our master, who knocked at the door. I saw Young Mistress’s arm slashed, bleeding.” She went on.

Nathan’s heart seemed to be knifed by that blade.

“Why did she do that?” He muttered to himself. But the servant thought he was asking her.

“Young Mistress was in a bad mood for a while, had nightmares all night, and secretly dabbed her tears.”

The servant recalled, “Probably because she was in so much pain that she could only rely on pain to divert her attention. The young master also found a psychologist, and the doctor said so.”

Nathan clenched his fists.

He always thought Crystal was happy with Eric, so he tormented her wantonly.

He had no idea that she was better off than he was.

“That’s right.” A servant began to say, “Young Mistress often draws some paintings.”

“What does she draw?” Nathan asked breathlessly.

The servant kept looking at Nathan. She had known him from the first moment she saw him. In retrospect, it occurred to her that this was the man who had been painted every time by the Young Mistress.

“You were in the painting of the Young Mistress.”

“Me?”

“Well.” The servant nodded with great certainty.

Nathan hurriedly asked with a tense chest, “Where is the painting?”

“The paintings were burned.”

“Burned?”

“When the Old Mrs. Bush came here and saw your portrait, she was stimulated. It is said that the person in the painting was similar to the first lover of the Old Mrs. Bush. In order to prevent her from being stimulated again, our master burned it.”

The old Mrs. Bush’s first love was like him, and Nathan knew that.

The servant’s words made Nathan’s body burst with a wild surprise.

It was as if, in a dark and hopeless night, millions of fireworks burst forth in the perfect color.

Nathan’s dark world was lit up in an instant.

He raised his thin lips and gave a handsome smile. It made the servants stare at him.

They thought that this cruel, fickle man wouldn’t smile.

His smile was so handsome and charming that his awe-breathing breath vanished instantly.

Nathan almost immediately thought of going to find Crystal.