Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 272 Long Awaited Reunion.

Crystal watched the clip again and again, and Skyler was equally still.

It’s Daddy! Daddy looks so handsome when he smiles!

Nestling in Crystal’s embrace, Skyler murmured, “Mommy, is Daddy coming back?”

“Mhm.” Crystal quietly hummed. Patting the top of the girl’s head, she said in a soothing tone, “But Daddy’s unwell, so let’s give him some time, shall we?”

Skyler understood more than her tender years might suggest.

Though Crystal hadn’t explicitly said it, Skyler had noticed the changes after her father was hospitalized. back then. His presence became less frequent, and his grasp of the present slipped occasionally when he was reading bedtime stories to her.

So he was sick!

Bounding back to her room, Skyler then returned clutching a box.

With eager hands, she unveiled a plastic toy stethoscope, her chestnut curls bouncing with excitement.

Her voice was earnest as she said, “I’m going to make Daddy better!”

Crystal’s arms encircled her daughter as she pressed a kiss to the girl’s forehead, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

Skyler was the most beautiful gift Henry had left behind for her.

Autumn settled deep into its rhythm.

The air bore the crisp essence of autumn, and sycamore leaves fluttered to the ground like confetti. Amidst the changing foliage, the maples blazed in fiery red, casting an ethereal glow like dancing flames against the sky.

At the airport, a hum of anticipation coursed through the crowd.

Reporters gathered, poised with cameras and microphones, ready to capture the long-awaited return of the legal world’s enigmatic demon king.

Amidst the crowd was Crystal, who had come without Skyler but with the Miller family’s driver, Joel

Time seemed to stretch. Crystal’s palms grew clammy as they rested together.

What will it be like reuniting with you, Henry? Do you still remember me at all?

Then came a sudden surge of excitement sweeping through the crowd like a wave, and reporters jostled in a single direction.

Flashes erupted from cameras as reporters fought to capture the best shot of the scene.

Henry had appeared.

Henry emerged from the security checkpoint, encircled by his retinue of bodyguards. The camera lenses fixed on him could not shake his poised demeanor. With practiced case, he fielded questions with nonchalant replies, his departure marked by an air of dignified composure.

The bodyguards held the press at bay, creating a path for his exit.

Meanwhile, Crystal stood by the exit, her heart racing as she watched the figure pass by her. An unexpected chill overtook her, as though a gust of icy wind had swept away her strength, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

The realization struck her like a blow-Henry didn’t remember her.

Right as the thought formed in her mind, Henry halted in his tracks and fixed his gaze on her face.

There was no recognition in his gaze, but Crystal could not contain herself as she called out, “Henry!”

With a purse of his lips, Henry spared her a curt response. “We’ll talk in the car.”

Crystal froze.

as he said, “Mr. Miller wants to talk to

assistance, Crystal made her way

then, Henry was already in the black sedan, the window of the backseat rolled down. He had

he lounged against his elbow belied the gravity

his knee rested a file-records of his missing five years

history, the marriage they had built, their child named Skyler, their numerous separations,

details, while accessible to outsiders, felt alien to the man who had

nothing but a stranger to him now, and the idea of his passionate love for a

he had been someone who

slid into the car, a silent presence beside

the country

and fair complexion. Despite her pregnancy,

drawn to

should be

his eyes, he instructed the driver, “To the

were unwavering and left no room for protest. Crystal suppressed her

between them was palpable, an intangible connection lingered-a residual warmth

turned to the window, her eyes

halt outside the

his gaze briefly touching Crystal before he led the

for

and when Crystal took in the interior, she could not halt the

to its previous theme of black

his luggage down with a sense of purpose, then changed his shoes and gestured for Crystal to take

red wine

was pondering how he should deal with her-with the uninvited presence in

halfway mark of his wine, Henry set the glass down with a contemplative look in his eyes. “These past five years… Though I’ve made my own investigation,

his

and loving way he used to look

Yet, her cheeks flushed.

Henry caught her reaction.

a seat beside her. With a playful glint in his eyes, he brushed his fingers gently across her delicate

not

expression remained serene as she recounted the events of the

the tale, Miss Winters…. You could give celebrities a run

Her surprise was evident.

voice taking on a husky note. “Say, do

fully react, he pressed her down

her eyes met his, an undeniable

to trace the contours of his handsome face, from his brows to his nose. Her voice trembled slightly

letting her touch continue

dress was pulled aside to

the curve of her belly, a playful glint dancing in his eyes as he teased her

it for a

loved so deeply stood before her, making it impossible to feign

Her body quivered slightly.

“Do you want it?”

near her ear. “I’ve heard that women your age tend to

him becoming distant, but

he released her, casually adjusting his shirt as he spoke in an almost nonchalant manner: “Miss Winters, what are you after? A husband

by Crystal’s brow

softly asked, “Do you want to

the faint patch of

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