Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 23 How Are You Going to Compensate, Robert?

When Crystal woke up in the morning, she found an exquisite square velvet box placed beside her pillow.

Stunned, she opened it to have a look.

A diamond ring lay within and it shimmered brilliantly. It was a Tiffany classic, and its carat seemed quite high.

Crystal could guess who it was from.

The irony was real, though. Considering how to be violated, he had the nerves of steel to go had forced her into a corner and almost caused her a diamond ring!

She was about to ask the nurse to return it when the door opened.

It was Robert walking in. When he saw Crystal looking at the diamond ring, he said in a rare gentle tone, “You’re awake. Do you like it?”

Crystal closed the box and smiled lightly.

“Yes, I do. No woman can say no to diamond rings. Robert, I don’t want anything from you, though.”

Crystal thought that when she saw Robert’s face again, she would be disgusted and furious. Much to her surprise, she was completely calm as if she were talking to a stranger.

any feelings for

his gaze and murmured very lightly, “Crystal, this is my compensation

you owe me? If you really feel sorry for me, let my dad go! I’ll immediately leave Barnwood with my parents, and I’ll never show up in front

his pockets and straightened up. “We’ll talk when you’ve thought things through.”

She threw the diamond ring she was holding in his direction. “Get

tough little box grazed Robert’s forehead, leaving a fine trail of blood across

Robert wasn’t

it in his pocket. Someday, he would place the ring on Crystal’s

“Crystal, that was

her eyes and wished he would just leave

something more when the door to

entering the

black and white. His snow–white shirt was

in the ward was awkward, but Henry acted like he hadn’t noticed it. He nodded at Robert, then

Winters, your hospital bills total up to 3270. Why don’t you Venmo it to me?

taking her phone and leaning against her bed as he scanned the code to add each other

Winters. Why do you

it was on fire.

me 670. Why don’t you play