Crystal's One Night of Love

In the master bedroom, only a bedside lamp was lit, casting a dim yellow light over the space.

The atmosphere was incredibly romantic and sensual.

Locked in a kiss in each other’s arms, Henry and Crystal tumbled onto the foot of the bed. together.

It had been three years since they had last been intimate with one another. Henry was somewhat inept, while Crystal was a tad restrained.

However, her shyness rendered her all the more alluring.

Leaning close to her ear, Henry thoughtfully and tenderly coaxed her at first. Subsequently, he started losing control and allowed his nature to take over.

Pleasure flooded them both time and again.

Without warning, the bedroom door swung open, revealing a little girl hugging a pillow and rubbing her eyes. “Daddy!”

Everything screeched to a standstill.

Henry arduously exhaled a breath and gazed down at Crystal.

Crystal’s voice was hoarse and wobbly. “Cuddle her, Henry!”

Henry’s gaze was dark, and his Adam’s apple bobbed repeatedly. Ultimately, he put on his bathrobe before getting out of bed and scooping the little girl up.

Skyler burrowed into her father’s embrace.

She had a nightmare and had yet to wake fully. Perhaps she was scared, for she hooked her arms around Henry’s neck and hugged him tightly.

Henry comforted her lovingly. Then, he shifted his eyes to the woman beside him and murmured in a gravelly voice, “Go and wash up. Otherwise, it’ll be uncomfortable for you.”

Crystal’s face burned slightly. He grabbed his shirt, put it on, slipped into the bathroom.

In the dimly lit master bedroom, Skyler whimpered softly in her father’s arms.

Henry took a storybook from the bedside table and read it to her, his voice pleasant and husky. Slowly, Skyler quietened down.

That was precisely the scene that greeted Crystal when she stepped out of the bathroom.

Her heart inevitably softened.

Well, our reconciliation indeed has something to do with Skyler. He has sacrificed a lot for her. In the past, it would’ve been practically impossible for him to pause in the hustle and bustle of his busy life.

After toweling her hair dry, she sat down on the edge of the bed. She stroked Skyler’s head lightly and asked in a low voice, “Does she always wake up in the middle of the night?”

Henry placed the storybook aside.

The look in his eyes was dark and unfathomable.

A long moment later, he chuckled softly. “You’re afraid she’d always barge in at the critical juncture?”

Crystal flushed bright red. “You know that wasn’t what I meant, Henry!”

Henry’s gaze remained fixed on her.

She had just taken a shower. Her skin was still tinged with a rosy shade left from their passionate encounter earlier, and she emanated a faint sense of sultriness. He was seized by the desire to carry on where they left off.

Seeing right through him, Crystal whispered, “Keep it for another time!”

grin stretched Henry’s face. “Come here and let me kiss you.”

over meekly.

gave her

exceedingly tender and

but gathered her close to his other side. Shaking out the blanket, he draped it over them and turned off the light in

his arms without saying anything.

better when

grunted lowly in acknowledgment before countering, “That wasn’t

caressed her lips in the darkness, his voice hoarse beyond recognition. “I haven’t had my

intimate moment. Nonetheless, the fact

not

appears decent on the surface, but he’s a downright

Henry snickered softly.

her ear, he purred, “You don’t like it? I don’t

wholly silent.

the rhythmic pounding of his heartbeat, she gradually drifted off

in the morning, she slowly opened her eyes.

was Henry’s magnified handsome face mere inches away

He gently brushed his fingers across her delicate face. “There’s half an hour before Skyler wakes up.

knees went

day, she wanted him, so she

they had been intimate once, Henry wanted more. With an arm wrapped around. her

want to

imperceptibly. “I’m planning to go back and visit

in the same condominium because she was

Skyler up at night,” Henry

contemplation, Crystal agreed.

him not to put her

Henry

up, he was also the one

with a comb until it

then, Henry already had a tie on, looking dashing in

they headed

hugged her father around the

bright ebony eyes were fixed on Henry. “Why aren’t you tired,

moment, Henry was rendered speechless.

“You’ll know when you grow up.”

his

quite understand

her hands into fists. Christopher must know

went downstairs

the housekeeper asked smilingly, “Is Mrs. Miller not

breakfast before replying, “She’s not feeling too well. I’ll be back to drive

the housekeeper promptly surmised everything following a brief deliberation.

sip of

sugar, but he tasted a hint of

was also as happy as a

cried. Her eyes were swollen, and the corners of them were moist. That’s likely what Daddy meant when he said she wasn’t feeling too well! I can sense that Daddy is particularly gentle

nuggets.

She could not resist wondering, “Don’t

Henry’s heart melted.