Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Marcos frowned slightly and had to loosen his hand.

Nancy hung up the phone timely and finally let out a sigh of relief.

Paul got rid of Marcos, flew at Nancy, and snatched the phone in her hand away. He had to teach the lad a lesson.

"Paul Burnett, you know why... Why does Clark hate you? You... always frighten him, threaten him! You're... not qualified... to be a father!" Nancy panted and said while jumping up to snatch the phone.

Paul stopped suddenly. Nancy's words stabbed into Paul's heart like a knife.

Nancy rebuked him, "Did you just hear your son's mind? He wants anyone to be his father except for you."

"I heard it!" Paul yelled, "You don't need to remind me again and again!"

"Then can't you take a good look at what you did wrong?"

"What did I do wrong?" He hummed coldly, pointed at Nancy's nose, "You climb on the men's bed like a rutting bitch. Do you think you're a good mother? Stupid! Slutty! Shameless!"

Every time he said a word, he took one step forward with his finger still prodding at Nancy's nose, forcing Nancy to step back.

"And, your stupid, son..."

At this moment, Marcos held Nancy's waist, squinted his eyes coldly, and said, "Mr. Burnett, I respect and tolerate you because you're Nancy's ex-husband; and I manage to have peace with you for the sake of Eric. But, if you dare to touch Nancy again, don't blame me for being impolite."

The two men's eyes gave out sparks as if the collision of thunder and electricity.

"Paul, I think you're forcing the silly woman to make the decision," Eric said leisurely, "what you're doing is equal to pushing her into the hands of Marcos."

Eric's words were like cold water pouring at Paul, waking him up at once.

Paul was not stupid. He knew he was doing wrong. But when he's irritated, he just can't keep his head cool.

Accusing Nancy was no different from pushing her to Marcos' arms.

"Paul Burnett, it's my business whether to marry Mr. Garcia or not," Nancy was firm in attitude, "I don't understand what standpoint you're from to play God in my life?"

"Whether I marry or not, whoever I will marry and whether I'm slutty or not, you have no right to meddle in or finger-point me!"

Paul's heart was aching very much. He could not breathe, seeming to be suffocated in the next moment.

His lips trembled, and his hand reached for Nancy, dying to hold her in his arms.

However, Marcos quickly stood in front of Nancy to guard her...

Nancy also avoided him as if he had been a beast.

The glow in Paul's eyes wholly disappeared.

"Nancy Carter, for Clark's sake, I'd like to give you advice."

Nancy stared at him stubbornly, "Great! Just shoot! And leave after you finish. Though I'm not necessarily listening to you."

"How long have you known him? Do you even know who he is?"

"Do you know where his real home is? Has he shown you to his parents? And do his parents accept you?"

"No?" Paul puffed up with triumph, "He's a liar!"

"Yes," Nancy glared at him, "I should have considered these when I married you, in that case, I could have seen through your true colors earlier."

Instantly, Paul was stiff and speechless.

"Am I wrong? Did you do even one of those you said?"

Paul's face turned gloomier and gloomier.

"You didn't even make a decent proposal... and you're not as gentle and considerate as Mr. Garcia."

That's the truth.

Nancy goggled at him, "I even married such rubbish like you, after experiencing those pathetic days, what else should I be afraid of anymore?"

"Nancy Carter!" Paul scolded.

"Paul Burnett!" Nancy roared his name more loudly, "I always wanted to tell you something," she added.

"Shoot!" Paul answered with anticipation in his eyes.

"I'm not deaf, I can hear you always have to shout..."

Nancy's words amused Crystal; she did not mean to laugh, though.

Even Marcos also couldn't help a suppressed giggle.

On the contrary, Nancy looked stern, "I hate those who speak as noisy as thunder."

The others in the dining room nodded to show agreement.

At this moment, Paul's face was as pale as a dead man's.

He was used to being a superior and powerful king who gave up the noble identity in Kuerto and chased Nancy to Huston.

Everyday living in Huston was like self- persecution, despised by Crystal, satirized by Eric, ignored by Marcos, and disdained by Nancy.

Why the hell do I have to torture myself? If I want women, it's just a piece of cake for me to have the prettiest women in Kuerto; if I want a child, they scramble to climb onto my bed to give birth to one for me… he thought.

Indeed, if he had a backbone, he could just return to his country. It's not necessary to stay here to suffer wrong...

However, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move a step because he knew that Nancy would entirely belong to others as long as he left.

"So? Just admit it! You're fucking wanting to marry him. Don't make those fucking excuses!"

Nancy was disappointed. Even at this time, he did not reflect on himself but kept finding the faults of others.

"If you want to marry him, I won't stop you, but don't pretend to be noble. You're just a bitch!"

"Hey, you, love rat, you're going too far. How can you scold Nancy as a bitch?" Crystal hated this word the most, so she could not help but chip in.

"Don't think Nancy was still the helpless and weak girl who's at your beck and call. Do you want to bully her? Ask my fists first!"

Paul sneered and took a dismissive glance at Crystal.

Her fists? Paul could crush her hand bones only with a little force.

"Crystal Smith, I still have an account to settle with you! Thanks to you, Nancy Carter has become a shrew."

"You're unreasonable!" Crystal condemned.

It gave Crystal a headache every time she saw Paul, she wished to stuff him into a cannon, fired it, and launched him back to Kuerto right now.

It's just that Eric did not give him up yet, living in the hope that there's still a possibility for him and Nancy to reconcile with each other. Otherwise, she couldn't have allowed him to stay, walking around and making noise in the villa every day.

"Mr. Garcia, I'm sorry to let you see this," Nancy muttered with sadness, "from the first day we met, I've always been a joke."

She felt embarrassed and ashamed of herself in front of Marcos.

She had never expected he would be willing to marry her, not to mention entertained an extravagant hope of marrying him....

Marcos looked into her eyes, with gentleness and affection, "Just right. My world needs jokes and joy, as well as you."

Beneath the gentle, there's also faint cruelty at the bottom of his eyes.

If not for fear of scaring Nancy, how could he have tolerated Paul to clamor and provoke Nancy and him again and again?

In an instant, Paul quieted down, fixed his eyes on Nancy without blinking.

Something pained him.

He didn't know since when his heart ached from time to time, which he had never suffered before.

He felt suffocated as if drowning in water but didn't know why.

"I haven't figured it out. Would you give me a little more time?" Nancy said softly.

"How long? Give me an exact time."

"Three days."

"Fine," Marcos stroked her hair, "I've waited for you for more than 20 years. Surely I can wait for another three days."

*****

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