Chapter 425: Take A Guess
Chapter 425: Take A Guess
Nathan’s whole back was frozen.
Everything she said made him shudder.
Crystal stroked his cheek. “You came back to me because you couldn’t let me go.”
“Hold your umbrella and shut up.”
Nathan’s eyes were dark, and his face was bad.
Taking Crystal under the eaves of the farmhouse for shelter from the rain, he turned back to pick up the middle-aged man.
Crystal sat at the door and watched the rainfall. The door opened, and a woman came out. Crystal explained her purpose, and the woman let her into the room for shelter.
Before long, the woman saw her husband was carried back with scars all over his body, was so surprised that she hesitated for a long time and could not say a word.
Crystal hesitated to explain as Nathan took out his wallet, pulled out a wad of cash, and tossed it on the table.
Nathan gave Crystal a cold look, and it was clear what he meant.
Crystal explained some of it shyly. The woman heard it was a misunderstanding. And with a stack of money on the table equal to their harvest for a year or two, she said no more.
The woman finally told them kindly, “It’s about ten kilometers from here, you can see the main road, and there is a bus passing here at 4 PM every day.”
The woman looked at Crystal and Nathan, then at the money on the table, wanting but not daring to take it.
Nathan looked at his watch. It was almost four o ‘clock, and it was raining hard outside.
There was no time, and Crystal was already starving.
“Auntie, keep the money. It was my boyfriend’s fault that he accidentally wounded your husband.”
The woman asked, “Is he your boyfriend?
How did you get here?”
“We had a fight, and he’s going to leave me.”
Nathan said, “Towels, please!”
The woman quickly brought a towel.
Nathan gave it a look of disgust. “Disinfect it.”
“Are you kidding me? Disinfect it? Do you think this is a hotel? Sit down and Let me wipe it for you.” Said Crystal impatiently.
Nathan frowned and finally grabbed the towel and wiped her hair.
In the room, a stove was lit, a shelf was built, and the clothes were hung to dry. Crystal glanced at Nathan with his chest unbuttoned.
This arrogant and stubborn man refused to change his clothes.
She took the coarse cloth which the woman had taken out and said, “Put on your clothes for a while. When they are dry, you may change them.”
“Come on. Change. Your clothes are wet. You will catch a cold.” Crystal looked at his wet pants. “Take them off.”
“Take care of yourself. Leave me alone.”
“My clothes aren’t wet. Shall I take your trousers off?”
And she moved, ready to take his belt.
Nathan pressed her hand hard. “Crystal, you’re asking for death,” he said.
“I’m just afraid you’ll catch a cold.”
“Then you must at least take off your shoes and socks?” Crystal forced him to take off his shoes, lifting his legs first. “Lift your feet, they’re heavy.”
Nathan straightened her out. “I’ve never seen you do that,” he said.
“Take off your shoes!”
He remained unmoved.
“If you don’t take them off….”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’ll kiss you!”
Nathan stared at her miraculously, thinking he had misheard her.
“I learned it from you. This is called treating a person in his own way!”
Nathan took off his shoes with a black face. Crystal picked up the shoes and unexpectedly poured out the water.
“You don’t want to take them off? Do you feel comfortable wearing these shoes like that?”
“Your shoes are so big,” Crystal's eyes darkened. “I haven’t given you shoes yet.”
Nathan’s eyes darkened, too.
“Take off your socks, too. They’re drenched.”
Crystal pulled off his socks and wrung them out with her hands.
Nathan stared at her thoughtfully, the firelight on his pupils. Even sitting in such a humble place, his dignity was not affected.
Crystal could not find a place to dry his socks, so she held them in her hand, thinking it would be quicker to dry.
Nathan frowned, suddenly snatching up the socks and throwing them away.
Crystal went to pick them up again. “What are you doing?”
“Crystal, drop the socks!”
“It’s so cold, you might catch a cold without socks!” Crystal frowned. “Why don’t you wear their clothes and socks?”
“I know you’re a neat freak, and you can skip their clothes, but don’t get in the way of me drying your socks.”
“Don’t you think they stink?”
“No.” Crystal smiled gently. “And they don’t stink, either. Your feet never smell.”
“How do you know?”
“As long as it’s all about you, I won’t hate it. You must know very well. “
Then Crystal felt a heat in her cheeks. She didn’t know if it was the fire or if she was still not used to talking to her.
Nathan stared at her, his eyes blazing.
Crystal's cheek was hotter. “Why are you looking at me?”
“When did you get so thick-skinned?” He could not help pinching her chin.
Crystal's face was red and hot. “I learned this from you,” she said.
“Don’t you like it?” Crystal asked him.
Nathan’s eyes were dim. He stared at her and didn’t answer her.
“You made me this way. Nathan, you’re accountable to me!”
Nathan looked down at her. For the first time, he found Crystal really thick-skinned. “You have two choices. Are you going to sit on my lap, or should I sit on yours?”
Nathan raised his eyebrow. Was this woman pushing her luck?
The flames grew hotter and hotter, and the light shone on them in a blaze of red. She looked him straight in the eye and forced him to make a choice.
Driven to desperation by her, he took her arm and pulled her into his lap.
“Are you cold?” Crystal adjusted herself to her most comfortable position and wrapped the blanket around both of them, her hands tumbling over him.
Charcoal occasionally crackled in the stove, and rain fell outside, splashing on the ground and smelling of earth.
Crystal held him, her face resting on his chest.
His body stiffened, and slowly he reached out and held her tightly in his arms. Then a delicious smell came from the kitchen.
Just now, the woman took the money and checked her husband’s wounds. Her husband just suffered a bruise, and nothing serious happened, so he didn’t say anything. Then she happily cooked for them.
Crystal sniffed the aroma. “It smells good,” she said. Nathan looked down at her in his arms.
“Are you starving?”
“Aren’t you hungry? You threw up all you had this morning.” Crystal sniffed the food.
“What’s so delicious?” she said.
“Take a guess?”
“As if you knew.” Crystal suddenly realized.
“Oh, dear. It’s not dog meat, is it?”
She suddenly thought of the dog.
