Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Crystal couldn't stand the smell, either.

"For the health of our baby, you have to drink at least three glasses a day. Just stick to it," Eric instructed.

Finding that the soup was also made from milk, Crystal lost her appetite instantly. Although the food was not satisfactory, the atmosphere of the whole dinner was warm and peaceful.

The last time to have a lively and relaxed dinner like this seemed to be a century ago. Seeing Eric feed her food, Nancy being taken care of by Marcos, and Paul mocking Nancy from time to time, Crystal falls into a trance.

What is Nathan eating? How does he spend his Valentine's day? Is he alone?

At this time, Nathan was like a walking dead. Without Crystal, any festival lost its significance and became nothing but a pain in the neck.

He managed to keep himself busy.

As usual, those who accompanied him tonight were still mountains of documents. He didn't leave the seat these few days but kept working overtime day and night and even directly lay on his stomach on the desk to sleep at night.

Vic gently knocked at the office door, bringing dinner to Nathan as he had done these few days.

Nathan's stomach was aching again, and he had no appetite at all, so he could only eat some chicken soup.

Vic put the soup down and handed a document to Nathan, by the way. "Master Davis, one of the jewelry stores under Brilliant Group, sent you a document. You must have a look in person."

Nathan rubbed his temples.

Getting his meaning, Vic started to report, "It's about Miss Smith."

All of a sudden, Nathan froze.

And the next second, he swung his arm and swept the envelope to the ground.

"Do you forget what I said?"

He glowered at Vic.

"It's vital, that's why I..."

Vic took a deep breath, plucked up courage, and went on, "it's about the watch you customized for Miss Smith."

Nathan leaned against the chair with fatigue, "Go on."

To Vic's pleasure, he hurried to pick the envelope up and take out the things in it. There were some photos.

Vic couldn't stand to see Nathan being so depressed anymore. If Nathan went on working like that, his nerves would be worn out, and he would get sick.

The photos were naturally of Crystal' watch.

It had a model number but was not for sale and was not publicly available.

Only the design team involved in designing the watch had its information.

After Crystal had given the watch to the jewelry store and offered an attractive price to fix it, the store manager gave it to the designers of the Brilliant Group.

The designer who had once participated in the development of the watch had recognized it at a glance.

It's Master Davis' original design, why was it now at miss's hand?

With doubt in mind, the designer had immediately gotten in touch with Vic.

Nathan looked at the photos of the watches on Vic's hands.

The gears were scattered; he had personally participated, from design to processing to assembling, and every part was very familiar to him.

The watch scattered because of the lack of the core key components of the ring.

Now that the ring was gone, the watch became a heap of loose sand.

That was precisely the concept of designing the watch at that time. The ring was the "heart" of the watch, showing Nathan's deep love for Crystal.

Once the "heart," that is, the ring, was taken down, the watch would "die" and stop moving.

Nathan stared at the photos, complications shown in his eyes.

She would have never triggered the switch if Crystal had not listened to the tape.

She would not have seen the secret inside, the ring would not have separated with the dial, and the watch would not have become scattered.

Every step was connected.

Thus, she took the ring away? And it's she who took it for repair?

Vic gave out a low cough, woke Nathan up from a trance.

He took out a deposit invoice, "Look, Master Davis."

Nathan took a glance at it. There's Crystal's signature on it.

He would never forget her signature.

His dying heart was instantly injected into fresh blood, beating violently. Again and again, Nathan looked at the photos repeatedly.

Vic smiled, "As soon as I saw the photos, I contacted the salesgirl who received Miss Smith. She said that Miss Smith offered a price of ten million dollars to fix the watch. Moreover, Miss Smith also said the watch was significant to her."

Very significant?

Nathan's eyes glistened.

He jerked up, grabbed the coat on the back of the chair, and strode towards the door.

"Master Davis, are we going to find Miss Smith now?" Vic asked while following closely after him.

Nathan's steps froze again, and elaborate light sparkled in his deep pupils.

****

The atmosphere of the whole dinner was soothing, though everyone had no appetite in the face of the meal for pregnant women.

Luckily, there were desserts after dinner.

Nancy liked animals. When she had been having dinner, she had kept looking at the cow.

As soon as the dinner was over, she immediately requested to milk in person with great interest.

However, the servant regretted informing her, "It's easy to infect bacteria for the cow if you milk like this. You have to disinfect thoroughly and wear special gloves..."

Looking at the gloves on the servant's hand, Nancy picked up a glass of just-milked milk and took a sniff. The fishy smell was even more pungent than those on the table.

"Miss Carter, you mustn't drink it! It's unboiled," the servant hastened to stop Nancy.

"Can't it be drunk without boiling?" Nancy wondered.

"The fresh milk can easily be contaminated. Before we drink it, we'd better cook it to disinfect it. Besides, when cooking it, it's best to keep the temperature at about 80 degrees, but not boiling temperature, which minimizes the nutrient loss in milk."

"It sounds interesting! I'd like to have a try…."

At this time, Paul made an untimely remark again, "What's the fun of milking the cow? If you like to play a milking game, stay tonight, we can play together."

Nancy's face changed instantly on hearing Paul's words.

"I haven't touched you for a while; your two little bosoms seem to stop growing. Don't tell me Mr.. Garcia is not good at milking," Paul ridiculed Marcos.