After a moment of silence, Krystal already had an answer in her mind. Although it would be disappointing, she didn’t expect Chris to agree to such a rude and selfish proposal.
She smiled and picked up her handbag, walking slowly ahead. “Mister, I was just talking earlier. If you’re not willing, then forget it. I’m going home now and will repay you for the clothes as soon as possible. Thank you!” With that said, Krystal left.
As she took two steps forward, a rough hand with distinct knuckles suddenly appeared on her shoulder and pushed her against the wall. The man lowered his head and pressed his lips onto hers aggressively while sucking and rubbing them roughly.
Krystal was shocked; her eyes widened while she didn’t know where to put her hands.
Finally, she decided to grab onto his suit hem which showed off a soft side of herself that made Chris feel an unprecedented sense of protectiveness towards her.
He stared at her face intently while speaking harshly, “Do you know what being my girlfriend entails?”
Krystal bit down on her lip before answering with common sense, “Cooking and doing laundry?”
“No!” he replied firmly before continuing, “You’ll let me kiss you whenever I want; touch you whenever I want; sleep with me too! Aren’t these things scary for you?”
Chris was an adult male who was almost thirty years old – he couldn’t play childish games like platonic love affairs with Krystal anymore.
The longer he abstained from physical contact or intimacy only made him crazier inside – especially when he saw how young Krystal’s legs were at the hospital earlier today which caused him to fall even harder for her than ever before.
Although Krystal had no experience whatsoever in these matters yet knew deep down that when Chris kissed or touched her, she didn’t feel repulsive!
How could she tell him that? How could she express herself?
Seeing the girl blush deeply again after lowering her head, Chris thought his previous actions scared or intimidated Krystal, so he released his grip on her while self-mockingly laughing.
“Girl, you can go back now. Don’t let your desires cloud your judgment. I’ll find you best doctors to cure your illness that’s bothering you.”
“Let’s go,” he said, turning around and bending down to pick up the scattered handbag on the ground before handing it back to her.
Krystal reached out her hands but didn’t take the handbag. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his strong neck and offered herself up panting heavily.
With closed eyes, she whispered, “Mister, I’m not afraid. I… I want this.”
Chris was overjoyed as he couldn’t believe what was happening. He asked again in disbelief, “You’re willing to kiss me?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“And you’re not afraid if I touch you?”
Krystal’s ears turned red as she nodded hesitantly and added softly, “Mm-hmm. But be gentle; it hurts.”
He almost thought he was getting old with hallucinations when he heard that. Not giving up easily, Chris narrowed his deep-set eyes menacingly and said, “Even sleeping together? Can you handle it?”
Krystal’s face turned pale as she nervously grabbed onto her small hands but looked determined when she lifted her head again.
“I’m 21 years old; of course, I can.”
Now it was Chris’ turn to smile – a smile that showed both tenderness and joy.
His big hands gently stroked Krystal’s soft hair before locking her into his embrace.
“Silly girl; are you cold? Let’s talk inside first…”
Upon hearing this, Krystal brightened up with happiness in her eyes like a child who had finally gotten their long-awaited toy.
She held onto his arm tightly for fear of him running away, “Mister, did you promise me?”
“Mm-hmm. But I don’t like having a sick girlfriend either; promise me that you’ll accept treatment well and live with me happily,” Chris replied sternly yet lovingly at the same time.
“Okay.”
Previously giving up on treatment due to lack of money at home,
now with two million dollars in hand along with new motivation,
Krystal decided that she would work hard to earn money so that she could cure herself quickly.
Even if she couldn’t be cured, she wanted to spend more time together with Chris.
…
On their way towards Onistead, the bright red Ferrari drove down the highway looking cool while speeding like a cheetah running through grasslands;
The man sitting next to Krystal kept glancing back at the road behind them but didn’t see any familiar figures before returning his gaze forward once more.
Upon seeing this, Reece, who was driving at the time, burst out laughing as if he had just thought of something. “I mean, Mr. Foley, you don’t even have to bother looking. Your assistant is clearly struggling with the beauty trap.”
As soon as Reece finished speaking, Kelvin responded coldly with four words. “Just drive your car!”