Suddenly, Nathan forced open the quilt while Crystal exerted all her strength to seize it to stop him.
She had no idea how to deal with him.
"Crystal, look at me. Look at me…." Nathan whispered in a hoarse and broken voice.
As long as she heard Nathan's hoarse and affectionate voice, her tears simply somehow could not stop falling.
Nathan dragged the quilt away violently and shouted, "I'm asking you to look at me!"
There was a significant disparity in strength between the two, and Crystal's head was finally exposed.
She kept her head lower, dare not look at him.
"Why don't you tell me?" Nathan pinched her chin and lifted it, forcing her to meet his eyes.
There was deep love and regret glittered in his eyes.
"Without you, I'm nothing. Look at me, look at my eyes! You could only look at me. There only can be me in your eyes..." As he talked, he wiped away the dripping tears on Crystal's face.
Nathan's eyelashes were sparkling under the light with tears in his eyes.
Without warning, he leaned over Crystal and pressed hard on Crystal's lips.
Two tears trickled down Crystal's cheeks from the corner of her eyes.
She didn't know when she cried so easily and didn't even understand what she cried for sometimes.
Nathan kissed her like mad, salty tears mixed in their mouths.
However, Crystal's eyes were as if a tap that turned on, tears kept streaming down. She tried so hard to refrain from crying, but her tears were simply out of control.
There's a kind of inexplicable sadness in her heart, devouring her like a tsunami, choking her heart from time to time.
"Crystal, I love you," Nathan kissed her on the forehead and said.
"Sorry. I'm sorry... I'm a jerk. Does it still hurt?" His voice grew deeper.
Even he did not know what the "it" referred to.
In the whole world, he's most reluctant to hurt her, but in the end, he's exactly the one who let her hurt.
"I'm so damn!" While cursing himself, Nathan slapped himself in the face.
Crystal clutched his hand and shouted in astonishment, "Hey! What are you doing?"
"I hurt you so hard, so many times, shouldn't I deserve slaps? I should have beaten myself to death..."
As he spoke, he raised the other hand and gave a slap on the other face.
He's grave, the slaps sounded in the room as loud as thunder.
Crystal hurried to grab his other wrist.
"You're crazy!" Crystal railed at him.
"Yes, I am crazy! I'm crazy for you!"
"You! Hmm..."
Before Crystal could finish her words, Nathan pressed over and sucked her lips again.
The kiss came violent and urgent, mixed with a variety of emotions. Guilt, miss, and the fanatical love poured out at the same time, occupying Crystal's whole mind.
He forced her lips apart with tongue overbearingly and aggressively. His tongue tossed and turned in her mouth, plundered her breath, and snatched her reason away.
Nevertheless, right before she lost the last hint of her wit, those that had happened these days flashed through her mind.
How could she forget those dark days?
How could she forget the sorrow and the shame she had suffered?
And how could she forget the wound on her forehead and in her heart? With all her strength, Crystal pushed him away.
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"No way."
"You're hurting me. Go away!"
Crystal puffed. She almost lacks oxygen because of the kiss.
In fear of hurting her baby, Nathan propped himself up with elbows.
"Crystal, you can punish me severely, whatever ways you want; and I can let the past go, I won't ask you about anything that happened between you and other men. Just stay with me, okay?"
Getting no response from Crystal, Nathan added, "Let's start over. I can give up everything, as long as I have you."
"We can not turn back."
Again, Crystal burst his bubbles.
Loving a person was exhausting, especially loving a person in such inexplicable chaos.
Nathan shook his head and refuted with confidence, "You love me."
"And so what?" Crystal sighed, "From that moment, everything has become irreversible."
"That moment?" Nathan was confused.
Crystal grabbed his hand and pressed it on her forehead.
The brand on her forehead still ached, not physically but mentally.
"We broke up at that time, Nathan. The least I want is to live alone peacefully,"
It was true that two people could break up and could be together again. But what happened during Nathan's breakup with her made her timid.
Crystal was now timid to never have the courage again to experience a profound and unforgettable love.
Every on-again, off-again relationship with Nathan was like going from heaven to hell for her, and hell was feeding her soul and her heart.
"Nathan, your love is too much for me." Crystal lifted his face. "We've been through our breakup before," she said. "Why should we go back again?"
Were they going to get back together and then go through a more painful breakup than the one before?
Nathan was stiff and pale.
"I see," He said.
"You really do?"
"I will make it up to you for all the pain I have caused you."
Crystal knew he wouldn't understand it.
Nathan pressed her down again, carefully avoiding her belly.
"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you." He looked at her earnestly.
Crystal had never thought of the way such an arrogant man had said he was sorry for so many times before her.
Absentminded, Crystal felt a pair of thin lips pressed on her.
Another deep, suffocating kiss seemed to deprive her of the last breath of oxygen.
Nathan wiped the tears from her eyes, picked up the phone, went outside, and ordered something.
Crystal leaned blankly against the bed, guessing he understood her meaning.
Nathan put the phone away and went to the bathroom, where he took a wet towel and wiped Crystal's face.
It was evident that he had washed his face inside, too, and that his fringe of hair had been wet with water, and several drops of water had rolled off it.
He wiped her face carefully with a towel, soft and light, in a way that she was not used to.
He even tried to wipe her nose.
"I'll do it myself," Crystal said, turning her face away.
She grabbed the towel and hesitated for a moment. "Don't you understand what I just said?"
"I said I'd make it up to you."
"What are you going to do? I don't want it back. Please just get out of here."
Nathan's eyes grew deeper and deeper. Such a conceited man who had been expelled repeatedly after expulsion orders did not refute and did not go.
Shortly after, Vic knocked at the door with a bodyguard carrying a small iron bucket in his hand.
Crystal's eyes went blank as she saw the object.
She glimpsed a light in the iron tunnel. The little stove was brought up to the bedside.
Thus the memory of the manor burst into her mind.
It was a painful memory that she would never forget until the day she died.
"Nathan, are you crazy? What do you want?" He said he would give her back all the pain he had given her, so what was he trying to do?
Nathan looked at her and said nothing, which made her even more anxious.
"If you're crazy, go see a doctor. Are you really normal?"
"I am normal." After his bodyguard withdrew, Nathan took off his suit coat and unlocked the buttons of his shirt.
Crystal soon knew what he was going to do.
She gasped and said savagely, "Nathan, I'll never forgive you for your missteps."
"So, will you forgive me?" Nathan had starlight in his eyes, but his hands didn't stop moving.
"Don't do this. Get the stuff out of here!"
"I can't take back the pain I gave you, but I can, and I want to make it up to you." The stove was burning red carbon, and red reflections shone on his face.
"This will make me feel better," he said with a big smile.
Nathan had already taken off his shirt.
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