Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 1 Stirring up Trouble With a Big Shot

On the night of Robert Sloan’s engagement, Crystal Winters got drunk at a bar. She mistook someone, hugged an incredibly handsome guy in a dark alley, and passionately kissed him.

Both of them felt satisfied with the kiss. The handsome guy looked at the woman in his arms and purred in a sensual and husky voice, “Are you serious?”

Crystal sobered up a bit and recognized the man in front of her.

Belonging naturally to the metropolitan elite with a plethora of properties registered to his name, Henry Miller was the preeminent attorney in the country. Nevertheless, he also assumed an additional role—Robert’s forthcoming brother-in-law.

Crystal hesitated momentarily, but then she mused, If Robert can cheat on me, why can’t I indulge and enjoy myself too?

Instead of pushing Henry away, she held onto him even tighter as she was beautiful and had an attractive figure.

Despite his general disposition toward restraint, Henry found himself willing to indulge in a fleeting romantic encounter with her. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and their noses touched as he paused momentarily before suggesting, “Shall we find somewhere more private?”

Crystal was inexperienced, but she tried to act sophisticated and whispered into his ear, “I’ve never done it here before.”

woman is an old hand in affairs, huh? She looks so innocent that I can’t tell

just for physical pleasure, so he didn’t care much. Instead, he lowered his

like many other pleasure-seeking men and women in the city—impatient and

had alcohol earlier. After being kissed for a while, she became a little bewildered and overwhelmed. She leaned against Henry’s shoulder and purred like a

came to a sudden

the woman in his embrace and leaned against the wall in the alley to light

How interesting! The woman before him turned out

guessed Henry must have investigated

his cigarette and casually asked, “You know who I am, right? What were you thinking when you

hypocritical for her to feign ignorance about his identity. As she

leave, and

phone rang. It was a call from her stepmother, Anna Smith. “Crystal, come back

for more details, but Anna couldn’t explain clearly and only urged her to

up and she apologized to Henry again. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Miller.” She knew better than to offend someone

before he stood up straight and threw a coat at her. “Put this on,”