A man was sitting with his legs crossing on the dark blue leather sofa, silent and noble in the living room.
Crystal stood at the door, only by seeing him at a glance did she want to run away. However, her feet were like a tree with deep roots, so steady and heavy that she could not move it a little.
Every night, the man she saw in her dream was now sitting in front of her. The man put out the cigarette and said casually, "Miss Smith, here you are."
The voice was like thunder, which imdiately woke Crystal up.
She jerked around to leave…
"Miss Smith, don't you want your watch back?" Nathan's cold voice sounded again.
It's him! Sure enough! It's him! My hunch is right!
Has he known about the watch? Why does he lure here?
Countless doubts filled her brain in an instant.
Crystal stopped.
She knew that if Nathan did not let her go, she would be unable to leave here. Whatever she did would only be useless.
In this case, it's better to give up struggling and see what tricks Nathan was going to play this ti.
The steward caught up with her, "Miss Smith, why are you running? The young master is waiting for you."
Crystal's brain was blank, and her face was pale.
She turned around and talked herself into following the steward. She had no option, after all.
Nathan was sitting still on the sofa, calm and relaxed, and did not intend to chase her at all.
"Sit down."
His voice was with no emotion; his eyes were full of overbearing.
"I wonder, why is Mr. Davis here?" Crystal put on a boldface.
"What a coincidence, I'm the designer of this watch," Nathan played with the thing in his hand and said.
"Only I can fix it," he added.
Crystal kept calm, smiled with sarcasm, "Oh? Really? Didn't you send your n to stalk , then find fixing the watch and misunderstanding sothing?"
Nathan's eyes dimd in an instant.
"Seems that I'm right, you misunderstand." The satire on Crystal's face beca stronger.
"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding between us, Master Davis."
There's an invincible spirit in Nathan's eyes.
He mocked, "Miss Smith, you always like to flatter yourself, why do you always imagine that I stalk you? You're not only suitable for acting but also directing."
"If you didn't stalk , why would the watch fall in your hand? Don't tell it's a coincidence again!"
That ti we t on the gambling yacht was an accident, and so is this ti?
"The watch is my exclusive design. You sent it to my store, isn't it a sure thing that it finally fell in my hand? It's not for sale, after all. Did I make myself clear? Miss Smith."
Crystal nodded, "That makes sense. I just want to state my position. I don't wish the misunderstanding between us to continue.
Nathan smiled, exceedingly charming.
Does she hurry to disassociate herself?...
"I heard that the watch is significant to you," Nathan launched the attack.
"I did not say that. The salesgirl must have misunderstood my words," denied Crystal.
"Really?" Nathan queried, then knocked on the armrest of the sofa.
Two bodyguards brought the salesgirl into the hall.
What the heck is this? Interrogation? Crystal roasted.
If they illuminated her with a light and forced her to kneel, that's precisely an interrogation.
Crystal walked up to the salesgirl, looked her into her eyes. "Think it all out. I rember l only said that the watch ant a lot to ."
The salesgirl stole a glance at Nathan, then at Crystal.
Finally, she nodded in panic, "Yes, that's what you said."
Nathan raised the corner of his mouth. "Well, I'd like to hear what it ans to you."
"I just accidentally pressed the button and played your recording. "Crystal panicked and made up an unconvincing excuse.
"So, you accidentally listened to it 101 tis?" Nathan obviously didn't buy it.
Even Crystal didn't notice that she had heard it 101 tis.
Crystal didn't count it. All she knew was that she had listened for a long ti without thinking.
Crystal looked unimpressed. "I picked it up by accident when I took it down. By the ti I found it, I had put it on many tis."
"That's a lousy excuse. Can you co up with sothing better?"
"What do you an better?" Crystal opened her eyes wide. "I see. You just want to hear say that I can't help listening to the tape because I miss you."
"Do you miss then?" he asked in his cold voice.
"Yes, I do."
Nathan's heart started throbbing. Crystal then said, "Once I look in the mirror now, I'll think of you and what you did to that night."
Nathan's breath was cold, and he reached out to touch her bangs.
Crystal turned her face away.
"Didn't you know that I hate you? If I hate you, how can I not think of you?"
Nathan's heart broke as he listened to her cold words.
"I've been dreaming about when you'll co after again and take back. I wonder if you regret it again." Crystal smiled wryly. "The more I thought about it, the more afraid I beca, and now my worst fear has worked."
Crystal was terrified, her body twitching slightly.
She did have nightmares every day, waking up every night and sweating profusely. She dread that Nathan was cruel to her and himself or that sothing had happened to him.
Nathan's heart was in sudden pain.
"Crystal, I want you to tell the truth." His voice was cold as ever.
"That's the truth. I know you just want a reason to get back! And now I haven't given you that reason. Do I piss you off? "
Nathan grabbed her by the wrist.
"I suppose you had accidentally touched the chanism and seen the secret inside. But why do you wear my ring when you are married?"
Crystal didn't answer him.
"In mory?" Not loud, but powerful enough, he said, "In mory of our parting?"
"No, on the contrary. I do it so I can always rember it."
"Didn't you put the hot scar on my forehead just to remind of you when I looked in the mirror? It's the sa with this ring. It reminds of what I've been through with you." Crystal smiled sadly. "Looking at it, I think of how happy I am now, and I will cherish my happiness."
Crystal said, holding out her right hand. On her ring finger was the wedding ring Eric had given her.
"My left hand is wearing a sad ring because of you, and my right hand is wearing a happy ring because of Eric."
Nathan's heart ached more and more.
His face, however, was blank and frosty.
Crystal felt the sa way.
"You taught that." She tried to look at him firmly. "For , one is pain, and the other is happiness. When I compare them, I appreciate what I have more."
Her words cut like a sharp knife into Nathan's heart, tearing him to pieces.
So he was desperate to co to her just to get her to stab him again?
"Is that explanation satisfactory to you?" Crystal's cold voice echoed in the hall. "If you're satisfied, can you let go right away? My husband is still waiting for at ho."
She said it on purpose to irritate him.
Apparently, Nathan's bloodshot eyes showed that he was irritated.
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