Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 88 Feeling Ashamed

It was three in the morning when Henry returned to his condominium.

When he opened the door, a warm yellow light spilled out from the bedroom, lending a touch of warmth to the cold and luxurious decor

Since Crystal had been sleeping lightly, she was awakened when he walked into the bedroom. She sat up against the headboard and uttered groggily, “Do you want supper?”

“It’s too late for that. I’m going to take a shower,” he replied.

Didn’t he shower before he left? Is he…

As he leaned in to kiss her, Henry noticed the clarity in her eyes. “What are you thinking? Do you really think I have the energy to seek others when you have captivated my soul?”

When Crystal heard that, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. She decided not to probe further.

Henry undressed and made his way to the bathroom, casually tossing his white shirt onto the floor. Crystal instinctively picked it up and placed it in the laundry basket. She planned to hand-wash it the next day.

However, as she examined the shirt, her expression froze.

It was stained with blood, and a faint metallic scent hung in the air.

to look at the bathroom, a look of concern creasing

Henry go out so late in the night to

immediately connected the dots between Robert’s earlier outburst and Henry’s late-night departure. She guessed that his opponent

the shirt aside, Crystal settled back on

the bathroom, clad in a black bathrobe

to explore her body with a deliberate and sensual touch. With his hand supporting her head, he passionately kissed her. Despite the discomfort in her neck, Crystal, who felt a sense of guilt, yielded to

stronger, Henry pinned Crystal beneath him,

any further moves, choosing instead to simply stare at

her fingers delicately along his

praises to

body slightly and leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Her seductive move served

truly

pleasure she experienced was thanks to

lowered his head

down and pulled her into his embrace.

his chest, finding solace and comfort in his embrace. With one hand delicately wrapped around his waist, she closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the tranquil

was