Chapter 421: There’s No Reason Why
Chapter 421: There’s No Reason Why
“Crystal!” Nathan’s eyes were horribly red. “You know my condition, but you don’t know….”
His voice broke.
“I don’t know what? Finish your sentences!” Why did he try so hard to push her away?
Nathan turned away coolly. “If you stay with me like this, you will die.”
“Is it because of your father, Mr. Amos Davis?”
Nathan looked at her with surprise at how quickly she could guess.
Crystal held his face in her hands and asked, “Did he not allow us to see each other? He wants you to marry Mabel?”
“Miss Smith,” Vic began at last, “you come to see the young master. If Mr. Amos Davis finds out, he will not let you go.”
Sure enough, he turned her down because he was worried about her.
“No matter how hard you drive me away, I won’t leave you.”
Crystal tried to take a breath, her voice trembling. “I want to give you back everything I owe you. I want to cook for you, knit a scarf, read books for you, understand your emotions and make you happy when you are unhappy...”
Nathan had a dark, painful light in his eyes.
“I am not afraid of Amos. I am afraid of being away when you are in pain.”
Crystal knew she would keep asking, and Nathan wouldn’t answer.
She might as well ask Vic when she gets a chance. He would tell her for Nathan’s sake.
“Nathan, do you hear me? I am not at all afraid of death. I am afraid that I have done nothing of what I promised you.”
Nathan finally raised his long lashes and stared at her. “But I’m scared.”
“You don’t want me to die, to be hurt, to be sad, to be heartbroken. But did it ever occur to you that I feel the same way about you?”
Crystal said, taking him by the hand to her plate. “Will you eat it yourself, or shall I feed you?”
Nathan frowned. He seemed to have made some arbitrary decisions, and his expression was indifferent.
Crystal sat next to him, rolled up a little spaghetti with her fork, and fed it.
“Will you have some? There’s not much chance I’ll cook for you.”
Nathan hesitated for a moment, then went into the bathroom and washed his face.
Crystal remembered the hangover soup. She went to the door and brought it in. When he finished, she handed it to him.
“Drink the hangover soup first. Don’t drink anymore. It’s bad for your stomach.”
Nathan took it coldly and gulped it down.
He finally ate her spaghetti, but he didn’t let Crystal feed him. He ate without looking at Crystal during the whole process.
Crystal helped him clean up his room and picked up his dirty suit shirt on the floor.
“After breakfast, I’ll wash it for you.”
His clothes were picked up by her, with a strong smell of alcohol.
“There’s a big smell of alcohol. You have it on you, too. Haven’t you taken a bath for several days?”
Nathan didn’t say anything.
“After you get out of the shower and put on clean clothes, shall I take you somewhere?”
“I’m not going to the hospital. Please perish the thought.” Nathan finally spoke.
Crystal paused and then asked, “Why?”
“There is no reason why.”
“Nathan, treatment is your only chance of survival.
“Crystal.” Nathan looked coldly at her. “Who do you think you are? You weren’t there when I needed you. Why do you come back when I don’t need you?”
These words pierced Crystal's heart like a sharp knife.
“You are wrong. You need me now when you need me most. Don’t even try to provoke me to leave. “
Nathan sneered. “Why the hell are you doing that for? You used to say that my love was overbearing, and it was a burden for you. But you are a burden to me now.”
Crystal felt a pain in her heart and finally realized how hurtful it was to say that to him.
“No matter how much you criticize me or scold me, I will not leave. Let out all your dissatisfaction and hatred if you think it will make you feel better. “
Nathan stared coldly down at the watch on his wrist. “I don’t need you to dictate to me.”
“But this time, you must listen to me.”
Nathan’s voice grew colder. “I’m sick and dying, and you come back to me? Do you pity me?”
“What makes you think so?”
“You haven’t taken the initiative to stay with me every time. If I hadn’t pushed you, again and again, you would probably have run away.”
It was true. This time, Crystal was speechless.
“So you wouldn’t have come back if you hadn’t thought I was going to die?”
“No, I...”
“I don’t want your sympathy and pity.” His eyes fell cold upon her.
“It wasn’t sympathy, and it wasn’t pitying.”
Crystal knew that such denial would only seem so feeble.
“Crystal,” Nathan suddenly went pale and put his hand on his stomach. The next second, he spat out more than half of the noodles he had just eaten, still holding blood.
Crystal hurried up behind him and slapped him on the back, handing him tissues. “Are you better?”
Nathan coldly knocked her handoff.
He didn’t need anyone’s pity, least of all Crystal's.
He felt that he had never lived so pathetically and that the woman he loved had to worry about him.
Crystal wiped the blood from his mouth with a paper towel and then rang the bell for the servants to clean up the dirty floor.
“I’ll give you a bath, and then I’ll take you to the doctor.” Crystal pulled him by the arm.
“Come on, get up!”
Nathan sat motionlessly.
“You’ll be alright. If you get active treatment, it’s not too late. As long as you don’t give up, you’ll be fine. Get up!”
Nathan remained unimpressed.
Crystal picked up a mirror. “Look at yourself now.”
Nathan was sullen.
“Hasn’t your hair been washed for days? And you smell of alcohol and sweat.” Crystal stared at him. “Haven’t you always been a neat freak? Can you stand the heavy smell?”
“Even if you drive me away, you want me to see the best of you. That’s what you said.” Crystal said, heartbroken. “Do you want me to think of you like this?”
Nathan’s back was noticeably stiff.
Crystal knew that he was very image-conscious with her,
Everyone wanted to make themselves beautiful for their lovers.
“Let’s go! “Crystal tugged at his arm.
This time Nathan finally got up.
But at the moment into the bathroom, he stopped her with his big hand outside. He slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it.
This action was harsh for Crystal.
Before, he would have tried to get her to wait on him, wanting to spend every second with her.
And now, he was trying to distance himself from her.
Crystal wondered if Nathan left her this time, how would she find him again.
She turned to look at Nathan’s soiled clothes.
She rummaged through the clothes and found his cell phone.
Crystal listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom and quickly tapped a program that monitored the location of the phone. Whenever Nathan had his phone with him, she knew where he was.
He used to use a bracelet to keep track of where she was. Now their roles were suddenly reversed.
Now wherever he ran, she would follow him.
