MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

When Helen arrived at the house, Crystal felt like everything had changed. She had fallen in love with Nathan, but when she discovered that the other woman was pregnant, all of her insecurities came rushing back to her. It felt like everything that he had done for her had been in a dream.

In that dream, she was like a child who had stolen ice cream, stolen happiness, and had then, finally, been told that it was just a dream. The ice cream and happiness had been nothing but a dream.

Nathan looked at Crystal and said, "If anyone dares to touch you, I will kill them."

"Including Eric?" Crystal asked. She carefully eyed Nathan so that she could gauge his response.

Nathan leaned forward and grabbed her shoulders, and she was overwhelmed by his hot breath. Then he bit her earlobe and said, "I'm not fine. He doesn't want to live a good life. Do you understand?" After saying these domineering words, his eyes changed to a more complex color.

Crystal flinched. "I understand," she replied. She remembered how he had shot Richard's limbs, so she believed he meant what he said. "If you dare to disappoint me," she continued, "won't forgive you."

Nathan chuckled. Then he touched his lips and said, "You are the only woman who can approach me, and now that I have you, I will never let you go." He pointed to his chest. "When you die, we will share a tombstone, and the engraving will say that you are my wife."

Crystal stared at him for a moment. Then, like a kitten, she stuck out her tongue and licked his fingers. He was like a tree growing out of thousands of vines. The branches embedded themselves into their arms, and they became desperately entangled.

As she took his fingers into her mouth, a knock sounded outside the door, and Hellen called out: "Nathan, it's Helen. Can I come in?" 

Crystal froze. "The door isn't locked," she whispered.

Nathan: "She can see this."

"No way!" Crystal hissed. She tried to push him away and was surprised when he placed his hand on her breast and began to caress it. If Helen walked in, she would see them intertwined with each other, and her body was covered with marks that he had made on her. 

Crystal bit her lower lip to keep herself from yelling. The last thing she needed was for Helen to hear her. "What are we going to do?" she asked.

Nathan shrugged and positioned himself so that they were sitting across from each other. He hugged her as he buried his face between her breasts, and he began to tickle her sides. He was trying to force her to make a noise.

Crystal was grinding her teeth in an attempt to hold in her laughter, and an evil thought suddenly occurred to her: If she made enough noise, perhaps Helen would hear her and leave.

Don't do it! - she told herself. If she did, she would be no different from those slutty chicks that she despised, and she definitely didn't want Helen to have a bad impression of her.

Helen's knocking was becoming more persistent. "Nathan!" she shouted. "It's me, Helen! Can I come in?"

Instead of replying, Nathan bit into Crystal's shoulder, and she had to cover her mouth to prevent herself from crying out. "Let it out," he whispered. He smiled and bit her again. "Declare your territory."

Crystal: "I'm afraid that her weak heart can't stand it. If she miscarried, what then...?"

Nathan froze. He hadn't thought about that. He remembered the words of the old Davis, and they echoed in his mind. He'd said that if she had a miscarriage, he would have to marry her.

The old Davis was ruthless. He was strong and not afraid of being hurt, but he did have a few weaknesses. Helen was one of them. Not only that, but if there were any complications, he would not want to be implicated.

Crystal felt like her heart was being stabbed by something. Did Nathan care if Helen had a miscarriage? - she wondered - And if he does, does that mean that he wants to marry her and be a Father to her child, even if it wasn't his...?

Crystal sneered and pulled herself out of his arms. Then she put on her pajamas and opened the door.

Helen was surprised, not just by the sight of Crystal but by the smell that permeated the air. It was Eau de Sex: Sweat, semen, blood, pheromones, and vaginal fluids. It wasn't hard to imagine what had happened in this room - And Helen flinched as her senses were overwhelmed. "M-Miss S-S-Smith..." she stuttered. "I'm so-sorry to d-disturb you..."

Crystal leaned against the door. Although the cloth on her body was not loose, a large piece of skin on the neck showed, and several blueish purple bruises were visible, and Helen could see teeth marks on her collarbone. Crystal shook her hands in front of her. "What's the matter?" she asked.

Helen's eyeballs were motionless. "I just want to say hello to you," she said. "I am sorry to disturb you at this time." She was polite and well educated - neither embarrassing nor offensive, making Crystal feel like she was too sensitive.

Suddenly, Nathan came out wearing a bathrobe. He frowned when he saw Helen, and he said, "Helen, are you going up the stairs by yourself? Do you think that's a good idea?"

Crystal wondered - Is he afraid that she might fall down the stairs and have a miscarriage? Her eyes darkened, and she said, "You two should talk first. I won't disturb you." 

Nathan reached out and grabbed Crystal's arm. "You won't disturb us," he said.

Helen felt like the atmosphere was wrong, and her smile disappeared. Despite her embarrassment, though, she still behaved cleverly. With a trace of panic, she said, "Miss Smith, it is me who disturbed you. Originally, I wanted to live alone, but the old Davis said that he was worried about me and afraid that I couldn't take care of myself and the child. I am really sorry to move in and disturb you."

As Crystal looked at the pitiful expression on Hellen's face, her anger dissipated. She couldn't help but wonder, though - If she were really sorry that she couldn't take care of herself and her child, why did she get pregnant?