Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

During these days, many people began to light fireworks. Now and then, there would be fireworks exploding in the sky.

Inside the apartment, Nathan, drunk, heard the noise and moved slightly on the big bed.

He smelled of wine, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was full of terrible rage.

The sound of the fireworks made him feel so noisy.

He opened his eyes as if Crystal was sleeping next to him, smiling slightly.

"Crystal," he said, reaching for her and trying to hug her. But he failed to get her.

His heart sobbed with pain.

She was gone. She was never coming back. He felt the pain of dr*g addiction. How was he going to go through all this?

He pressed the bell hard, and soon the servant ran up to him.

"What do you want, sir?"

"It's noisy."

"There are fireworks going off outside."

"Silence it."

"But..."

"Get out of here."

The joyous sound pierced his ears, and he could not sleep at all.

Nathan stared coldly at him.

"What are you doing? Are you waiting for me to throw you out the window?"

The servant rushed out and happened to meet Vic head-on and complained to him.

"The young master said that the fireworks outside were too noisy and should be silenced immediately. He also said that he would fire me."

"You go down first." Vic's eyes were dim.

The servant nodded, "Well, my job..."

"Leave it to me. I'll take care of it."

Nathan sat down on the couch with a splitting headache and temples. He saw two books lying beside him, one still open.

He picked it up and looked at it. It was a book about pregnancy. Crystal was reading and taking notes.

He leafed through the book and saw that many of the key points had been marked.

She wanted a child, their child.

What did she want to do with these books?

Did she want her and Eric's baby? Unfortunately, it would be wishful thinking for her life.

As soon as Vic came in, those two books were thrown at him.

Nathan rose sulkily and rushed to the bathroom. He threw Crystal's towels, toothbrush cups, and cleaning supplies into the Vic one by one.

Soon he rushed out and opened the wardrobe room. Sure enough, the contents of the wardrobe room were not cleaned.

There were also two women's pajamas hanging.

It was like Crystal curled up in that wardrobe room.

Nathan jerked back a few steps. He seemed to see her come out in her nightgown and throw her arms around him. He yanked the clothes from the wardrobe and threw them on the floor with a slight frown.

That's something to forget. Of course, she only lived here for a few days, but why are there so many memories of her everywhere?

"Get all her things out."

Vic stood up silently.

"Right now! What are you doing standing there? I told you to clean up!"

"If I had to, Miss Smith touched everything in this apartment."

Nathan paused. Why would he want to come back when Crystal's memories were all here? The apartment was bought for her.

Nathan gave a low, cold breath.

And if he did, where would he go?

It was not the apartment that was full of her memories, but he carried them with him!

Wherever he went, he saw everything, and he thought of her.

It was so haunting.

****

He thought of her everywhere he went now.

When it rained, he wondered if she had an umbrella. When it was cold, he wondered if she would put on more clothes; he would guess if she liked it with this firework outside.

Also, he would wonder if she had taken care of the burn on her forehead.

Nathan tried hard to press down his mind and heard Vic whisper.

"Sir, do you want to go out? I heard that Mr. Garcia's casino is opening today. He invited you a few days earlier."

Nathan's eyes went dim.

Since he had Crystal, he had not appeared in public for a long time, as if he was out of touch with society.

He could have any woman he wanted. He gave Crystal every chance, and she didn't cherish it.

It would be a waste of affection for him to grieve for her any longer.

****

The huge gambling boat belonging to The Garcia's was sailing slowly in the open sea.

It was a different kind of boat. There were so many different kinds of bets. Except for gold and silver, you could bet on anything you thought was more important than money, such as love, loyalty, and human life.

The gambler's vessel, richly decorated and furnished with all kinds of gambling, was a paradise of high society.

There were several expensive wines and champagnes, music, saxophone playing, bunny girls everywhere.

The enchanting beauties were dressed in bunny suits and silk stockings at the gaming table, tempting the entire body across the desk to deal with the cards.

Rich boys cuddled with their girlfriends while pyramids of chips piled up at their tables. They indulge themselves in sensual indulgence.

"I want someone to disappear."

"I want to enjoy romantic love."

This boat could satisfy all odd demands.

The money was decided by the stake. If someone couldn't pay enough for the stake, they would be turned down.

The boat's owner, Mr. Garcia, was said to be the leader of a black gang of killers.

No one dared to stop him from taking someone's life. He could steal everything he wanted, such as treasures, organs, and antiques.

Someone wanted to buy love, and this boat could provide them with trained female professional lovers. Those girls specialized in analyzing men's psychological world and meeting men's needs, so they could absolutely give men the most exciting love course.

In short, there was nothing the ship couldn't do, but you couldn't imagine. Of course, such things as death and rebirth, which only gods could do, were not included.

Crystal didn't expect Eric to bring her here.

As stunning as her, she immediately aroused many men in the casino coveting as soon as she entered.

Because at this casino, anything could be a bet. Everyone had a chance to win what they wanted!