Female Novel
Chapter 510
"I'm going to take a nap. If you're still hungry, go to the fridge and get some mango pudding. I made two
this morning..."
Lucy turned around and said frankly, "Next time, remember to make three, cause I have an incredible
appetite, which was double to ordinary people."
Christina kicked her. "Hey, don't be annoying."
Crystal just smiled and agreed. "Okay." Then she turned around and went into the bedroom. She was
very sleepy with pregnancy.
Although she was living a good life here, and was proud of being regarded as a good cook. But during
these days, she had to force herself to be busy, because as soon as she was free, she would think of
Geoffrey and Chandler. Did they eat well? Did Chandler drink? And did he have a stomachache?
Whether Geoffrey lost his temper at home or not?
Just now, Charles and Chandler came over, outside the house. Christina warned her not to be soft-
hearted and go out.
She had to plug her ears with earplugs, because as soon as she heard Chandler's voice, she was
afraid that she would lose control of her feet and run out.
She wondered what he had just said. She was eager to know, but also afraid to know.
Since he came to look for her, so he was caring about her, right?
After meeting Erica that day, she was really angry. All she could think about was that this marriage was
a joke, and divorce was the best choice. But she regretted it after a night. She couldn't bear to part with
him.
What to do now?
Didn't she hide in this room all the time? Crystal covered herself with the quilt with a troubled mind and
tired body. Soon, she fell asleep...
[...]
At 5: 30 pm, it was almost time to get off.
The light was still on in the general manager's office. Several program documents and proposals had
been completed in advance, but he still worked overtime.
The door was knocked twice and someone came in.
"Make me a cup of coffee, and you can get off first." Chandler didn't look up. He thought it was his
secretary. He casually left these words and continued to type.
"Chandler, it seems to be your mother's birthday today. Why are you still working overtime?" A familiar
and hearty voice broke forth.
Looking up, it turned out to be Charles.
Charles had no merits, but he had a good memory, especially those special days and each girlfriend's
birthdays.
As soon as Chandler asked this question, the phone in his pocket rang before he could answer him.
"... We decided not to dine out. Mom said it would be good to enjoy home cooking. When will you come
back, Chandler?" It was Erica's loud voice.
"I'm busy at work. You can eat first." Chandler said calmly.
"What are you busy with? Just decline it. We are all waiting for you." Erica's voice became louder with
dissatisfaction.
"Take this message to my mother. Also, I bought a jade necklace for her, which will be sent over by the
clerk later."
Chandler finished his report as if he didn't want to listen to Erica's complaints anymore and quickly
hung up the phone.
Charles looked at him in surprise, thinking that this guy was an excellent liar.
Charles stepped forward with a teasing look and tapped his finger on the table, pointing to the date on
the program documents, which was in next month. "Busy man, is this why you were busy at work and
don't go home to celebrate your mother's birthday?"
Then he deliberately exclaimed, "What an unfilial son, uh?"
Charles was just joking.
But Chandler replied with a bitter expression, "Yes, I'm an unfilial son."
His eyes were sad.
Chandler knew from a very young age that his parents preferred his eldest brother, who was calmer,
liked to be quiet, focused on research, and cared about the family. He liked to accompany his parents,
instead of busying around all day like him.
But his eldest brother died because of him, an unfilial younger brother.
"Come on, don't be gloomy. Cheer up." Seeing that he was so depressed, Charles immediately spoke
louder to him, "I heard from Patrick that Crystal has been eating and living well at Christina's place
recently. She is very well there. I heard that she has even gained two pounds."novelbin
"... That's good." Chandler thought for a moment and forced a smile.
From the bottom of his heart, he hoped that Crystal would live a better life.
Charles looked at him and muttered, "You don't need to worry about Crystal for she was taken good
care of by the Siren Christina. But you're not doing well yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chandler's face suddenly turned pale. He furrowed deeply and his
right hand subconsciously touched his stomach, with the perspiration starting forth upon his brow.
Seeing that he was suffering, Charles knew what was going on. He hunted the room and asked,
"Where is the stomach medicine?"
Chandler replied weakly,... "I'm fine." He could endure it.
Charles rolled his eyes at him. "If you don't do anything, you'll have stomach bleeding. You haven't
eaten all day, have you?"
After so many years of brotherhood, he knew him very well.
Back in the months when his eldest brother died, he really had stomach bleeding totally three times
and stayed in the hospital for half a year before he recovered, and his family didn't know about it.
"You are out of pills."
Charles finally found the medicine bottle. But it was empty after he shook it.
Chandler smiled a forced smile. Since Crystal was not at home, no one had prepared these pills for
him. Nor had anyone called him every day to remind him not to drink and remember to eat. He was
used to having a wife nagging at home every day.
And he was really in a mess these days.
Crystal looked very ordinary. Her appearance was just fine at most, not as beautiful as his secretary or
as capable as there business women. However, she was very good at taking care of people and looked
weak, which made him could not help but feel funny.
He didn't know what love is.
To him, love was a terrifying existence. Erica loved him and pestered him like that, which had made his
life fall into hell and even killed his brother.
At first, because he felt comfortable with Crystal, and had an impulse to spend his life with her, so they
got married.
But Patrick was right that day. He didn't deserve to be happy. When he married Crystal, she would be
dragged to hell by him and couldn't be happy again. He was such a terrible man.
"... Now that she's with Christina, she can take good care of Crystal." At least she was much better than
a bastard like him.
After enduring a throbbing pain in his stomach, it gradually eased. He had long been used to this kind
of pain, and recently even he himself had a little rejection of taking stomach medicine, as if he wanted
to use this pain to punish himself.
Everyone said that Crystal was timid, but deep down, he felt himself was even weaker and more
incompetent.
Charles saw through his mind and whispered, "You'd better take care of your wife on your own. Don't
expect Christina to be her nanny."
Would the Siren Christina look after people? Dream on.
Maybe she was the one who needed Crystal's care.
"Let's go. Don't numb yourself with work. Let's go to Gordon Hotel for dinner. Patrick will be there if you
agree. By the way, he has been in a bad mood recently." He could know without thinking that it must be
caused by Christina.
But Chandler had been depressed recently and didn't want to go anywhere.
He wanted to see Crystal before, but after being chased away angrily by Christina, he and Patrick were
very sensible and did not disturb them, lest they affect Crystal's mood. However, he would think of her
when he had spare time after that day.
He felt very strange without her at home.
In the past, there was always a petite figure busy in the kitchen. As soon as he came home, she would
always rush over and sniff him like a little squirrel, asking if he had drunk secretly, and then happily
took out a lot of snacks from the kitchen for him to taste. As long as he said they were nice, Crystal
would be over the moon all day.
He didn't want to go back to the Stephenson family now.
Erica was getting along well with his parents. However, the more he saw them getting along well, the
more depressed he felt, as if he couldn't breathe there, and he felt suffocated.
He owed his brother a life, so he had to replace his brother to continue living, but he really hated all of
this. If he hadn't had a happy and sweet marriage with Crystal, he would have been able to endure it.
But now, he wanted to have his own family selfishly.
As Patrick said, he wanted to marry a woman he loved, to give her all the fancy things, and to try hard
to make her carefree.
"Stop thinking too much. Let's go out and have dinner together. Or you'll suffer from depression if you
keep being like this."
Charles patted him on the shoulder.
"Chandler, you have to think carefully. If you get sick, then who would look after Crystal for you when
something bad happens? You can't count on Christina at all. She is completely unreliable."
In the end, Chandler couldn't get rid of Charles and had to go to the restaurant together. Because of
the stomachache, he only ate a bowl of porridge.
"What's your stomach medicine that Crystal usually buys for you? Ask the waiter here to buy you a
bottle later."
"No need. There's more at home."
"That's true. Crystal has always been careful and prepared. There must be a lot of stock at home."
Chandler and Charles were chatting, didn't notice that Patrick's face darkened and he said in a strange
tone, "I heard that Crystal cooked very well."
"... Let's go and try it tomorrow."
It sounded like a notification.
Chandler was surprised, so as Charles, who looked up in astonishment and asked, "Are we going there
together?"
The Siren Christina, who hit him with the vacuum cleaner last time. If they could go with Patrick
tomorrow, she could definitely not drive them away. Thinking of this, he was like venting his spite upon
her and looking forward to seeing her angry tomorrow.
Chandler said to Patrick, "Thank you."
He could finally see Crystal tomorrow. He hadn't seen her for almost 20 days.
Patrick did not say anything more. He took a chopstick of vegetables with a poker face and ate silently.
In fact, Chandler didn't need to thank him at all, because his dear wife, Christina, had not come home
for dinner for 17 days. As soon as she came back, she was buzzing about how tasty the food Crystal
cooked.
If he didn't bring her back, she would be too high to come home.