Chapter 200. How Much Do You Need?

When Nathan refused to get out of Crystal’s way, she tried to push past him. As she did this, though, he leaned into her, and she was overwhelmed by his warm, familiar breath.

Crystal frowned and asked him, “What are you doing?” She hated the fact that when he approached her, she was always powerless to resist him.

Nathan glared at her. “How dare you enslave Mrs. Davis?” he hissed.

Crystal winced and took a few steps backward. “Wh-Wh-What do y-you mean?” she stammered.

Nathan: “How dare you force Helen to cook for you?!?!”

Crystal’s face turned white, and she was too surprised to speak. Luckily, Helen was nearby, and she hurriedly explained: “I made too much food, and so I invited Miss Smith to have some.”

Nathan nodded. Then he walked behind Helen and hugged her slender waist with one arm, just like how he had cuddled Crystal in the past. He propped his chin on Helen’s shoulders, and in a gentle voice, he said, “Why do you still call her Miss Smi