Chapter 420: Don’t Touch Me
Chapter 420: Don’t Touch Me
“I’m not lying to you.” Crystal was quick to deny. “That’s all you said.”
“The room is monitored. I’ll find out what I said last night.”
Crystal’s heart sank.
When did he get into the monitoring habit?
He stood up, his head aching from the hangover, and walked toward the bed with his forehead pressed down. He knew that he wouldn’t get Crystal to come even if he were drunk.
He wouldn’t let her come, even if he was crazy about her, because he didn’t want her to be upset or sympathetic. Never!
Even if he had a bleeding stomach for half a month, he never lost his mind and sent someone to find Crystal.
As for telling Crystal about his illness, that was even less likely. The last one in the world he wanted to tell was her.
With a dark ache in his heart, Nathan kicked off the chair at his feet.
All the books on the chair were overturned on the floor.
Crystal followed him, watching him stagnate as he seemed to fall, and hurried to hold his arm.
Crystal touched him, but he shook her off. “Don’t touch me.”
He seemed to have shaken off the thing that most disgusted him.
Nathan threw his big hand, and the lamp rattled on the table onto the carpet.
Crystal silently picked up the lamp and set it aside.
Her tears slid down without warning. She did not know what courage it had taken to stand here.
Crystal looked at him, bewildered in front of him for the first time.
She was a woman of discretion. If Nathan really didn’t like her or want her, she wouldn’t be annoying enough to stay here.
But she knew she was Nathan’s hope for treatment. She couldn’t let go of him.
“Nathan, what do you suspect?”
“Whether you told me or not, I know. How much longer are you going to pretend?”
“Nathan!”
Crystal’s hands and feet were cold. She had never felt so sad.
Nathan ignored her, kicked the study door open. He swept the stuff on the desk down, turned on the computer, and got the monitor out of last night.
“Stop it!” Crystal grabbed his mouse. “You must receive treatment now, do you know?”
“I’m the cause of your illness. I made you this way.” Crystal seemed to use all her strength when she said these words. “If anything happens to you, I’ll never feel better.”
Nathan threw her hand away and continued to fast-forward with his mouse, looking for last night’s footage.
The light of the computer hit him in the face. She felt that he had never been so far away from her.
“Nathan!”
“Shut up!” He pressed his head against the pain.
Crystal trembled in her heart and turned to the window. She opened the window and looked out at the cloudy sky.
She gasped. The repression in her heart could not be expressed, but she could only shed tears and could not say a word.
She didn’t know what to do or where tomorrow would be. She was so afraid of tomorrow for the first time, for she did not know which one would come first, misfortune or tomorrow.
She took a deep breath and finally stopped crying.
“You didn’t say anything yesterday. I’ll go down and make you some sobering soup now.”
Crystal said in a hoarse voice, but Nathan didn’t even look at her, just nervously controlling the computer.
Crystal smiled wryly. Did he have a secret he was afraid to tell her?
He was so nervous about what he said last night.
She knew he was badly ill. Was there anything else about him that she was not supposed to know?
Crystal walked out of the study in silence and accidentally kicked afoot. The servant squatted in the doorway, asleep with a first-aid kit under her.
Crystal, not wanting to wake her, ducked and went downstairs.
She went into the kitchen, cooked a bowl of noodle soup, and fried a heart-shaped poached egg floating on it.
She lowered her wet eyelashes. What she had done for him and what she could do for him was too limited.
Crystal carried the tray and saw that the corridor on the second floor of the stairs was full of servants and bodyguards kneeling.
Suddenly she felt bad.
“What happened?” she asked.
“The young master had a fit of rage, and now he is going to punish Vic.”
Did he finish watching the surveillance tape? Did he know that Vic brought her in?
Suddenly a shot rang out.
Crystal handed the tray to the servant and opened the door.
Nathan had already put on his clothes, revealing a sexy chest in a dark V-neck sweater and lounging in bed.
He was holding a pistol.
A tie masked his firm and cold face.
“What a pity it missed again.” His lips curled coldly.
Vic was shot in the right arm, and the clothes were stained red with blood.
“Nathan, stop it. What are you doing?”
Crystal said angrily. “How could you do this to him?”
“When he has done wrong, he should be punished. That’s my principle.”
Nathan aimed the gun at Vic.
Vic covered his arm with one hand and did not move.
Crystal strode over to Vic.
“Don’t you know to hide? He’s mad, and you’re mad too?”
“Miss Smith, please get out of the way.”
“No. I won’t.” Crystal turned to Nathan coldly. “Didn’t you say that anyone who does something wrong should be punished? I forced Vic to bring me here. Go ahead! Shoot me!”
“Nathan, you coward, you don’t even have the courage to live. What right do you have to punish others?”
Nathan coldly took off his tie and pointed the gun at Crystal’s crock.
“You think I can’t hit him because you’re in my way?”
“If you don’t go, I’ll make holes in him.”
Nathan said savagely, “Hands, legs, chest, belly, head...”
Crystal stared blankly at Nathan in disbelief.
He didn’t even let Vic go?
“I’ll fire one on the count of three.” He raised the corners of his lips leisurely.
Crystal bit her lip hard and said, “Ok, I’ll go. Don’t embarrass Vic again.”
“As soon as you do one thing, I’ll go.” Crystal walked over to the coffee table, picked up a cup, and poured a cup of water. And then, she picked up an empty cup and walked over to Nathan.
They were close together. Crystal handed him the water glass.
Nathan frowned and took the cup.
Crystal took out a Swiss Army knife, which she kept on for her own protection.
She pulled up her sleeve and put the blade on her wrist.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’ll give you two choices. If you drink water, I’ll stay and accompany you for treatment. No matter how it turns out in the end, I will stay with you until the last minute. “
Crystal tried to smile. “There’s another cup, which will be filled with my blood. If you choose this one, I’ll go. And, of course, I’ll never see you again.”
She smiled bleakly and took hold of the knife with such force that as she was about to pull it down, Nathan kicked it out of her hand with an accurate kick.
