Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

What Paul wanted to do now was exactly kick Eric into the abyss.

"What kind of woman do you want? I will find you the best one," Eric asked.

He had no interest in any other woman, he just wanted Nancy.

Damn it! Paul couldn't help cursing.

He seemed to fall into an infinite loop. He didn't love Nancy but wanted to possess her.

Why?

He asked himself.

He looked at the stupid woman who had a hand like afoot.

She stepped on Marcos' feet several times and even almost fell into Marcos' arms.

She must be on purpose!

Nancy was always obsessed with handsome men. Now, her eyes were glued to Marcos' good-looking face.

What a shame! How can that stupid woman attract that Marcos Garcia!?

Fury and confusion were full of Paul's eyes.

But thinking that after Marcos saw Nancy's true colors and how stupid she was, he must be disappointed, Paul was less angry. Sure enough, before the dancing was over, Nancy's stomach began to growl.

"Are you hungry?" Marcos bowed his head to ask her.

Nancy blushed and muttered, "I... didn't eat a lot today..."

After waking up, she had just eaten a potato salad and then came here and began to gamble. There's no chance for her to eat.

"You should have told me earlier," Marcos smiled brightly, took Nancy's hand, walked down the stage, and walked to the dining area.

Paul stood up from his seat and walked over.

He pushed a plate with roast lamb chops in front of Nancy, smiled evilly, "You must be hungry. Isn't this your favorite?"

Every time Nancy saw lamb chops, she would overeat on them regardless of her image.

As expected, Nancy swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

But immediately, she turned her face away.

"I don't want to eat lamb chops today!"

"Really?" Paul provoked her.

"The lamb chops are too big unless someone helps me pick the meat out."

Did I hear it wrong?!

Blue veins bulge on Paul's forehead immediately.

Marcos snapped his fingers, and a waiter came over at once.

"Pick the meat out of the lamb chops," Marcos ordered.

Nancy squinted her eyes with a sweet smile, "Thank you, Mr. Garcia."

"What else would you like to eat? How about roast beef?"

"Um! I like roast beef!"

The roast beef was cut into pieces and easy to eat so that Nancy would not be afraid of losing face in front of Marcos.

Paul understood what was in Nancy's mind. At this moment, he wanted to pour the plate of beef on her head.

Marcos's eyes didn't remove from Nancy for more than three seconds, and he even picked up several foods for her in person.

He's in a black suit and a pair of white gloves, extremely noble and elegant.

When he smiled, Nancy felt as warm as the sunshine in the Spring.

The man in front of her was so charming.

Suddenly, Paul patted her on the face with force.

"Hey, Woman! Your saliva is about to flow down. Come back!"

Until then, Nancy came to herself, finding that Marcos was handing over the plate to her, while she didn't take it over but was staring at his face.

That isn't very pleasant.

After so many years, her boy-crazy faults did not change a little bit.

Due to the fault, she had married Paul and reaped what she had sown.

However, after meeting gentle and considerable handsome men, she still lost her reason.

Fire blazed in Paul's eyes.

He picked up a fork, stabbed the beef on his plate hard.

They've just known each other for half an hour, which allows him to call her "Nancy" and be so intimate with her!?

The flames of fury in Paul's eyes were warning Marcos to stay away from Nancy.

However, Marcos took no notice of him nor cared about him.

They were in Huston and Marco's gambling yacht.

Again, Paul picked up a few knives and forks.

And then, Eric and Crystal could see an extremely incongruous picture:

Marcos was feeding Nancy with food gently. Nancy ate with a glow in her eyes while Paul was stabbing the steak with knives and forks.

The poor steak was soon stabbed into a dozen holes.

Seeing this scene, Eric laughed so happy that his eyes turned to a beautiful falcate shape.

On the contrary, Crystal looked absent-minded all night and wasn't in the mood to enjoy a good show.

"I'd like to wash my hands," Crystal stood up and said.

"Darling, escaping can not solve problems," Eric's cold voice sounded behind her, "you can only play for time for the last night!"

Eric had met all her requirements, he would catch her to the hospital tomorrow even if she wasn't willing to.

Crystal closed her eyes hard and strode away.

Wherever she went, Nathan's face kept lingering around in her mind.

When she took a bath, she would think of Nathan's favorite smell of the shampoo, though he seemed to like her body fragrance.

When she dressed, she would wonder how Nathan would like her to wear it.

When she ate, she would worry about the idiot Nathan's bad stomach, wondering whether he ate on time.

Even when seeing Nancy and Paul bickering, she would fantasize that the two were her and Nathan.

How could I carry Eric's baby in such a condition?

Ignoring Eric, Crystal strode forward.

Suddenly there were fireworks. Someone was setting off fireworks outside the gambling yacht.

She went upstairs to see the fireworks but unexpectedly heard Vic's voice. She stopped, wondering if she had heard it wrong.

****

"Miss Smith," Vic greeted. Crystal frowned.

Sure enough, Vic was standing in front of the door of a private room, with two bodyguards behind him.

The bodyguards were wearing the familiar straight suits, with their hair neat and combed sleek.

It's self-evident that they were Nathan's men.

Crystal looked around, asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Relative to Crystal's surprise, Vic looked a lot calmer.

"What a coincidence. I accompany Master Davis to come and have fun and happen to see you and your friends here."

A bang sounded in Crystal's mind.

Is this just a coincidence? How could there be such a coincidence?

She didn't believe it.

He must be stalking me!

"Is he in there?!" Questioned Crystal.

"...Yes..." Vic answered.

Crystal knitted her brows, wondering if it was fate.

There were restrooms on the first floor, but she had walked while thinking nonsense and unconsciously arrived on the second floor and met Vic.

She turned around to leave. But on thinking of the chain bracelet in her hand, she still pushed the door in with hesitation.

Vic reached out to stop her but finally put down his hand.