MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

Crystal shook her head, drew back her hands, and strode away.

After a few steps, she felt that she couldn't breathe, everything seemed to be rotating, and in the next second, she blacked out and fell on the ground.

The continuous fatigue and torments exhausted her, and she hadn't taken a good rest for a long time; thus, she finally couldn't stand it.

Crystal fell ill, seriously ill.

Her cheeks were abnormally red, her breathing also got more and more difficult. When she woke up in the morning, she found herself in Eric's villa.

Day already broke.

She jerked up, the servant who looked after her was dozing off and was alarmed by her.

"Mrs. Bush, what happened?" Asked the servant.

"Did I sleep long?" Crystal asked in a hoarse voice.

She was weak and powerless all over.

"You slept for two days and nights…."

Two days and nights? Shouldn't I had gone for a physical check-up yesterday? But I slept for so long...

"I'll call the young master."

The servant trotted out of the room.

Eric was just in the next room.

After they married, they never slept in the same room because Crystal hadn't allowed that before, but now it's because of Cupid's Arrow.

Eric couldn't have sex with her, and thus he had to keep his distance in fear that he could not be able to control himself.

The door was pushed open with a bang, Eric rushed in a while, putting on a shirt.

"What are you doing?" Asked Eric in anxiety.

"I've promised you to do the check-up. Let's go now."

Eric frowned, "How can you do it now!?"

"I'm fine. And I don't want to wait any longer. Carlos could not afford to wait, too. Send me to the hospital..." Right after she finished speaking, she gave out a few coughs.

Eric strode over, pressed Crystal down on the bed.

"There's no need to check to know that you're not healthy. Just lie down. We can wait until your recovery."

As he spoke, he noticed the love bites on Crystal again, making his face turn gloomy instantly.

That's why he hadn't stayed to look after her at night.

When the servant had changed pajamas for Crystal, he had seen those love bites and almost overturned the bed.

He had clearly guessed what would happen as long as Crystal returned to Nathan. He had thought that he had prepared for that, but he could hardly control himself when he saw the reality himself.

Eric pulled over the quilt to wrap her to avoid seeing the eyesores.

The blue veins on the back of his hands bulged.

"Don't move, lie down."

"No, I must do the check-up right now."

"We can do it anytime after your recovery."

"But... if it takes too much time for me to recover, it will delay the time to cure Luca's..."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want to do the check-up and cure Carlos as soon as possible."

"Crystal, stop pretending," Eric's pupils were as dark as a bottomless hole, "do you think I can't see through your little trick?"

"What do you mean?" Crystal's lips went pale because of guilt.

"It's all your plot. To avoid the inspection, delay the time to do the IVF, you're playing the sympathy-getting ploy."

Crystal shook, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know, you know it well."

Eric suddenly straightened up, waved his arm, and swept the lamp at the bedside onto the ground.

He gripped his clothes with his arms crossed, walked heavily around the room, and even kicked down a chair, trying hard to suppress his temper.

Crystal seldom saw Eric being so irrational like that.

But quickly, Eric managed to calm down.

"I can excuse all your tricks. But I warn you, Crystal Smith, if you hurt yourself again, that's equal to forcing me to take actions that you won't hope for."

The room fell into a weird silence.

Crystal's face was as pale as a white paper, she closed her eyes to avoid Eric's sight.

The night before last, before attending the party, she had bathed in cold water for half an hour until she shivered all over with cold.

She hadn't expected her body to be so strong; otherwise, she would have bathed in iced water.

After she had met Nathan on the second floor of the yacht, she had also blown cold wind on the deck on purpose.

She had thought that if she got sick, Eric would cancel or at least delay the check-up for the sake of her illness.

So, she had intended to take a cold bath secretly every day so that her illness could not recover in a short time.

But unexpectedly, Eric saw everything through so quickly.

"When did you know that?"

After a long silence, Crystal finally asked in a soft voice.

Eric buttoned up his clothes coldly and asked in reply, "Does that matter?"

"Then what matters?"

"Your health matters the most."

Crystal licked her lips, did not speak.

In fact, Eric had become suspicious only when he saw Crystal blowing winds on the deck. He knew that Crystal kept thinking of bad ideas and that she wouldn't be at his mercy.

It's just that he had never expected that she would choose the stupidest way and hurt herself.

However, she was sick now, Eric could do nothing but forgive her.

Eric held back his anger and took a glass of water to her.

Being extremely thirsty, Crystal stretched out an arm to take it over.

"Hide your arm back in the quilt!"

Eric ordered with his harsh eyes staring at her arm.

"Don't let me see the dirty marks on you, otherwise…."

"Otherwise, what?" Crystal looked at him, raised the corner of her lips, "I don't know that Master Bush is so jealous and possessive. I thought you were big-minded."

Eric gave her a stony look.

Crystal looked up and down at him with strange eyes, "You knew that once you let me return to Nathan, we would..."

"Shut up!" Eric sternly warned, "I'm now in a very bad mood. Don't provoke me to anger any more!"

He had let her go back to Nathan, knowing that she would have to have sex with Nathan, and he had even given her pill calmly, but why did he so furious when seeing the love bites on her?

Crystal had no idea.

After feeding her with water, Eric touched her forehead to check her temperature. He had given Crystal the best antipyretic, so she's getting better.

"As long as you stop torturing yourself, your fever will go away in a few hours."

"What if it doesn't?"

"If you're so fond of torturing yourself," Eric went on before pausing, "I will torture the people you care about."

"Don't!" Crystal bit his lower lips, "I will be fine. Don't hurt him."

There's a voice echoing in her mind: accept the fate, Crystal Smith.. Carry Eric's baby, everything will be fine.