Crystal's One Night of Love

Upon his return to the law firm, Henry found himself engrossed in his work. An hour later, a file was delivered to him.

Lara Chamber was twenty-two years old. She was brought to Mount Lorcroft during her formative years. Her adoptive parents passed away when she was twelve, and she was left to fend for herself.

The detective retrieved a cigarette and positioned it between his lips. “Something unpleasant happened to this girl when she was sixteen, so her biological family refused to acknowledge her despite finding her.”

Something unpleasant…

Henry could make a reasonable assumption.

As he was silent, the detective asked, “How shall we proceed? Should we bring her in?”

“No.” Henry responded in a measured tone. “Secure a suitable part-time job for her, but exclude any mention of me.”

As a mature individual, he could discern the admiration he detected in Lara’s gaze toward him. Although he sympathized with her situation, he did not want to entangle himself in intricate affairs. After all, he and Grystal were still not on good terms.

Having spent time with Crystal for more than half a year, he had figured out her temperament-she was undeniably possessive.

With matters addressed, he found himself alone in his office, lost in his thoughts.

Beyond the windowpane, snowflakes continued to fall from the sky.

He examined his feelings.

Recollections of the late Audrey and his current wife, Crystal, occupied his thoughts. Amidst this introspection, he acknowledged a degree of fondness for Crystal, even if a significant portion of this sentiment was tied to her physical attributes.

By the time he returned to reality, it was already nine at night.

The night sky lay shrouded in darkness, illuminated solely by the falling snow.

Henry grabbed his coat and left the law firm. On his way back to the Miller residence, he spotted a florist still open. He stopped and bought a bouquet of champagne roses.

He mused that women always had an affinity for flowers.

At ten, his car pulled up before the Miller residence.

By then, lights were already off at the Miller residence, and the living room was dimly lit. As he began to remove his coat with intentions to head upstairs, a low voice rang out. “Where have you been? It’s so late already.”

The room lights were switched on, forcing Henry to shield his eyes momentarily before adjusting to the newfound brightness.

Seated on the couch with legs crossed and a disgruntled expression was David. “You’ve finally decided to grace us with your presence, huh? If I were your wife, I’d have left you. Oh? You even bought flowers? Do you think your wife is in need of bouquets when she has an abundance of them?”

A sense of helplessness overcame Henry. “Dad, let’s talk about this tomorrow.”

Just as he was about to make his way upstairs, David sneered, “Your wife isn’t back yet. If I were her, I wouldn’t return either! Only you could do such a thing as leaving your wife behind on a snowy day! Henry, let me offer you a piece of advice. Keep up with your reckless behavior and your wife’s patience will wane sooner or later. There are plenty of people out there who are interested in your wife. Don’t overestimate yourself.”

Henry went back down the stairs and slipped on his coat.

“Where are you off to?”

“The mansion.”

His motivations eluded him; he wasn’t certain why he was proceeding in this manner. He acknowledged Crystal’s maturity and the fact that she possessed her own drivers and security personnel. Her safety was not a concern. Yet, that night, his yearning compelled him to see her.

Deep into the night, his car halted at the mansion.

He got out of the vehicle and saw that the lights were on, on the second floor.

Crystal was there.

living room with the flowers. The housekeeper took his coat and said, “Mrs. Miller has been in the study for quite some

nodded in acknowledgement and went

would send her to the dinner, but I left midway. Yes. Women often

on the second floor, Crystal was holding a file containing Lara’s

smoked, dated, and even had an abortion despite her

her lips forming a

an interesting life, and yet, she now assumes the role of an innocent young woman. Even my husband feels pity for her, offering her a respectable job for the sake of

sense of suffocation

to approach Henry. She did not want anyone to harm her loved ones

slowly and reached out for

ashes burnt her

then, the door opened, and Henry frowned at

to

a designer coat and looked handsome as

and yet, he was like a stranger to her.

she answered softly, “Something from the past.”

and offered her the

like

woman dislikes

to the back of the desk, leaning in for a long kiss. His lips still on hers, he asked, “Are you

responded

honesty quite endearing. Sometimes, she had an

was warm on that snowy

kissed her, and sparks

square object in his pocket. A realization hit her. Forty- two days had passed since she had given birth. It

sneer grew on

dim light, she uttered slowly, “Henry, I’ve said before that love involving three people

prideful man, was

knew Crystal had uncovered the truth.

his annoyance, he responded, “There’s nothing going on between us. I have no

slowly, her eyes red.

position in your heart.” Crystal traced his chest with her. fingers. “Henry, if you genuinely care, then helping her is not the right way. I will not wait

tenderness of a lover’s whisper. “What

went straight to the point. “She’s an adult, fully capable of surviving on her own. Withdraw any special treatment and support for her.”

Henry’s gaze darkened.

past, Crystal, you’re a woman with billions. Can’t you show leniency to someone who only has

I supposed to sympathize

his posture slowly, his gaze fixed on her. The expression he wore shattered

the door and

after him. She did not want to

a considerable time, eventually retrieving the journal Henry had left for her from the drawer. As

and daughter had been his priority. A random woman

Crystal chose not to return to their

two spent the night separately,

awoke to find an empty space beside him.

come back to

In a bin near

the office early this morning,” a housekeeper informed.

Henry responded placidly.

gaze fell on the piano. He recognized it as the same one played by Ludweig, and he knew that

do you like it? Crystal, you’re my morning dew.”

Henry’s head. It was almost unbearable. Those words kept echoing in his