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

her

then, Henry was already in the black sedan, the window of the backseat rolled down. He had taken off his jacket, revealing the impeccably tailored white shirt accentuating

which he lounged against his elbow

a file-records of his missing five years

its pages lay their shared history, the marriage they had built, their child named Skyler,

outsiders, felt alien to the man who had

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

been someone who rejected

slid into the car, a silent presence beside

those five years. before his return to the country had driven him to conduct some research. However, the

features and fair complexion. Despite her

inexplicably drawn

be my

his eyes, he instructed the driver, “To

for protest. Crystal suppressed her yearning, enduring the heartache as she sat in

was palpable, an intangible connection lingered-a

to the window, her eyes

to a halt outside

Crystal before he led the way to the elevator. Throughout it

their new normal, for his love for her

she could not halt the emotions that crashed over

interior had been returned to its previous theme of black and white-elegant yet impersonal, akin to a

with a sense of purpose, then changed his shoes and gestured

of her pregnancy, he poured a glass of water for her and a glass of red wine for himself.

how he should deal with her-with the uninvited presence

a contemplative look in

his intense

and loving

Yet, her cheeks flushed.

Henry caught her reaction.

With a playful glint in his

could not

as she recounted the

finished, Henry chuckled and said, “Quite the tale, Miss Winters…. You could give celebrities a run for their money with

Her surprise was evident.

face, his voice taking

could fully react, he

may have lacked dignity, but as her eyes met his,

face, from his brows to his nose. Her voice trembled slightly as she admitted,

not letting her touch continue

her dress was pulled aside to reveal her swollen

glint dancing in his eyes

done it for a

had loved so deeply stood before her, making it impossible

Her body quivered slightly.

“Do you want it?”

danced near her ear. “I’ve heard that women your age tend to have quite an

felt a mix of embarrassment and irritation. She wasn’t afraid of him becoming distant, but he was proving himself not just distant

his shirt as he spoke in an almost nonchalant manner: “Miss Winters, what are you after? A husband or simply

Crystal’s brow

her dress and softly asked, “Do

at the faint patch of

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