Chapter 444: Are You Threatening Me?
Chapter 444: Are You Threatening Me?
“Do you think I want to be that gross? You made me do it! Either you eat first, or we eat together!” Crystal was stubborn.
Nathan stared at her through his dark glasses.
Crystal glared at him, fearless. “What are you staring at me for?”
Nathan reluctantly took the first bite and swallowed it in front of her.
‘How can you digest it when you swallow such a big mouthful?” Crystal said. “Eat slowly. Take another bite.”
“Crystal!”
“What’s the matter?”
Nathan endured his anger and took another bite, this time chewing carefully before swallowing it.
“Was it delicious?” Crystal asked. “What does it taste like?”
Nathan popped a mouthful of meat into her mouth.
She nodded. “Well, it tastes good.”
Suddenly, there was a brawl outside.
Then the door opened with a big kick, and a cold breath came.
Marcos was dragging Mabel in. Vic looked embarrassed at Nathan and said, “Mr. Garcia insisted on coming in.” I couldn’t stop him.”
Crystal was still in the position of being fed, Nathan’s hand still in the air.
Nathan paused and fed the meat into Crystal’s mouth before putting down the plate.
“Mr. Davis, your life is so easy,” Marcos quipped. “There’s a fiancée outside. You have another old lover hidden in this ward.”
Mabel’s eyes were red, and she had clearly cried hard.
Suddenly Marcos was about to come forward, and Mabel stopped him. “Marcos, don’t...”
Marcos’s eyes were cold. “Nathan, you’re playing with fire! If you want to die, don’t drag our family with you.”
Nathan’s back was stiff. “I have my sense of proportion,” he said.
“Do you? You can’t even deal with your own business...” Marcos threw Mabel off, took a few strides, and punched Nathan.
Marcos was so fast that no one noticed.
But Nathan was quick. In theory, he could have avoided it altogether.
But he took the blow stiffly.
Marcos’s fist scraped his cheekbone. His dry lips split at once and bleed.
Vic was the first to react and drew the gun to protect him.
Nathan snapped. “Out.”
Vic put away the pistol and stood hesitantly.
“Sir?”
“What? Do I have to repeat what I said?”
Vic had to lead the bodyguard out and close the door.
Marcos took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned two of his shirts. “Nathan, I am so ready for a fight with you.”
Mabel burst into tears. “Don’t do that.”
“I have always taken good care of Mabel, and I intend to marry her to someone worthy of my life. I would have disapproved of it if she had not insisted on marrying you.”
“Please, don’t, Marcos.” Mabel, anxious to hold him back, stamped her foot.
Nathan went down from the bed and loosened his wrist buttons. “The wedding date remains unchanged.”
“It is not up to you. You need to get past me first.”
“I don’t want to fight you,” Nathan said in a cold voice.
Marcos swung his fist. Nathan fell short when the two fought.
Crystal saw that Nathan’s strength was limited and that he was sick. Now his strength was much lower than before.
So far, Nathan was definitely not going to beat Marcos.
“Marcos, you don’t leave a patient alone. So what if you win? Do you feel ashamed?”
“This is a wardroom, not a place where you fight. If there’s going to be a fight, please get out.”
“Marcos, stop. Don’t fight again.”
Nathan took several steps back from Marcos’s fist when he was not looking out. Mabel jumped right in front of Nathan. Marcos pulled back in time, but the punch hit Mabel in the face.
Marcos was knocked down by Nathan, and his cheeks were instantly red and swollen.
“Please don’t fight anymore.” Marcos stared at her deeply, his face dark, his thin lips tight.
Mabel hugged Nathan. “Nathan, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called my brother. Don’t blame him. It’s all my fault. Don’t hate me. I want to marry you. I only want to marry you.”
Marcos’s fists were clucking.
Mabel said sadly, “Marcos, you have always spoiled me. You always give me anything I want. I know I am capricious, but can you let me be capricious for the last time?”
Marcos knew what she wanted and said fiercely, “You think you can afford to marry him? Don’t be silly! Get out of my way!”
“Marcos, this is my business. Leave me alone!”
“Okay!” Marcos pointed at Nathan. “I’ll give you one last chance. If you choose Mabel, break it off with Crystal! She will never be welcome in our house again.”
Crystal was very calm and looked at them quietly all the time.
She certainly saw something in the conversation between the two men.
It seemed Nathan was making some kind of deal with Marcos, and marrying Mabel was one of those deals. It appeared that this was not a simple wedding.
“Nathan, make your choice. If you choose Crystal.” Marcos said with a cruel curve on the corners of his mouth. “Then, there is no wedding.”
Nathan paused and then snapped, “The wedding will take place as scheduled.”
When Mabel heard the answer, she was ecstatic. “Nathan, is that true?”
Nathan pulled Mabel away. “Let’s talk outside.”
Marcos turned first and strode out.
They had a lot of things for Mabel and Crystal to hear.
Nathan stood in the long hallway with his back to him.
“I have my own idea of what to do with Crystal. She has nothing to do with this wedding.” Marcos looked at Nathan coldly.
“Do you think Amos will let you go? Have you thought about the consequences?”
“Nathan, I don’t think you’re the kind of guy who would ruin a plan because of a woman.”
Nathan smiled slowly. All his things, big and small, came from the woman he loved.
“I said I would take care of my business. I would keep my own counsel.” Nathan used his thumb to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips. “It’s not up to anyone to teach me how to do it.”
Except Crystal could do it.
She was the only exception and indulgence.
Marcos laughed bloodthirstily. “Is this how we work together?”
“You can always quit if you don’t think you can.” Nathan paused before adding. “But it’s too late for you to quit. You think you can quit right now?”
“If we make it big now, if we quit, we’ll die.” He turned around and tapped Marcos on the shoulder. “Instead, just take it easy and move on. Maybe we’ll find something different. What do you say?”
Marcos shook off his hand. “Are you threatening me?”
“I’m telling you the truth. We’re in the same boat. The boat capsized, and neither of us could get away.”
Marcos clenched his fist and shook it hard.
Nathan didn’t duck and took another punch, which left him with a bruised and swollen cheek.
He wiped his nose. The nosebleed gushed out immediately. He sneered and asked, “Have you had enough?”
He let Marcos beat him for nothing but Crystal’s safety.
The more he seemed to care about Crystal, the more dangerous Crystal was.
“After all, you still can’t bear to part with this woman.” Marcos sneers: “You’re a dying man, and you can’t let go of a woman. I didn’t know you were so crazy about a woman.”
