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.

he said, “Mr. Miller wants

her way to

black sedan, the window of the backseat rolled down. He had taken off his jacket, revealing the impeccably tailored white

which he lounged against

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

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

the man who

the idea of his passionate

ago, he had been someone who rejected

slid into the car, a silent presence beside

to the country had driven him to conduct some research. However,

Crystal, taking in her delicate features and fair complexion. Despite her pregnancy, her figure

inexplicably drawn

be

instructed the driver, “To the

were unwavering and left no room for protest. Crystal suppressed her yearning, enduring the heartache as she sat in silence

them was palpable, an intangible connection lingered-a residual warmth that had not

window,

to a halt outside the condominium. The driver unloaded

he led the

but she reminded herself that this was their new normal, for his love for her was gone, along with those

interior, she could not halt

been returned to its previous theme of black

of purpose, then changed his shoes and gestured for Crystal to

red wine for himself. After that, he leaned casually

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

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

his

the tender and loving

Yet, her cheeks flushed.

Henry caught her reaction.

seat beside her. With a playful glint in his eyes, he brushed

not

recounted the

said, “Quite the tale, Miss Winters…. You could give celebrities

Her surprise was evident.

its gentle exploration of her face, his voice taking on a husky note. “Say, do you love

could fully react, he pressed her down

but as her eyes met his, an

could not stop herself from reaching out to trace the contours of his handsome face, from his brows to his nose. Her

letting

her dress was pulled aside to reveal her swollen

a playful glint dancing in his eyes as he teased her

had not done it for

had loved so deeply stood before her,

Her body quivered slightly.

“Do you want it?”

ear. “I’ve heard that women your age

of embarrassment and irritation. She wasn’t afraid of him becoming distant, but he was

almost nonchalant manner: “Miss Winters, what are you after? A husband or simply someone to satisfy your desires? Think it over carefully. Only then can we proceed to the next stage

by Crystal’s brow vaguely

dress and softly asked, “Do you want to

at the faint patch

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