Crystal's One Night of Love

After saying that, Crystal hung up the phone.

She directed the workers, thoroughly tidying the suite in less than half a day.

After arranging everything, she leaned on the couch to rest.

In the afternoon, she refused to meet anyone, staying in her private space and reading the diary Henry left for her with tears brimming in her eyes.

She missed him and the relationship they had.

At four o’clock in the afternoon, a black Maybach slowly came to a halt, and Henry got out of the car.

David and his wife had left the house with the children, so the mansion was so quiet that it didn’t feel like Christmas. Henry stopped a housekeeper and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice. “Where’s Mrs. Miller?”

Knowing Henry and Crystal had a fight, the housekeeper hesitated briefly before replying. “She’s upstairs.” Henry nodded and slowly headed upstairs.

He was still wearing the clothes from two or three days ago, unwashed. He should have taken a shower before doing anything else as he was a clean freak, but he yearned to see Crystal first.

Henry found Crystal very soon.

The sight of her sleeping on the couch under the dim yellow light caused a stir in his heart.

He stepped forward and noticed the corner of her eyes were glistening with tears.

Did she cry?

Gul welled up in his heart. He placed one hand beside her to support himself while bending over to kiss her S

Adltat noment, Crystal woke up.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she met his gaze the next second. She quickly regained her senses and sat up. “You’re back?”

Henry ensed indifference in her tone.

He looked around the room and noticed it was comfortably decorated and furnished, clearly meant for a long-term say.

Therefore, he lowered his head and murmured, “You’re mad at me, but you still can’t bear to leave me, right? The fact that you haven’t moved out shows that you still care about our marriage.”

Crystal leisurely closed her book. An icy expression spread across her countenance as she sneered, “Mr. Miller, don’t feel good about yourself. I’m only doing this for Skyler. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about her physical condition?”

flatter yourself. I’m

taken aback. Skyler has autism. So, she’s

all. You can

she had sat in his car expressing her wish to kiss him with an infatuated look on her face.

Henry didn’t leave.

preventing her from having the chance to escape. He wanted to kiss her, but when he leaned over, she turned her face away.

“Don’t touch me!”

kissing her, but she put

pulled a thin, long hair from his shoulder

hair strand was clearly

furrowed his

behind by some random woman. Lara caught me off guard when she suddenly

a nonchalant smile. “You’re

but it was only made possible because Henry had

and didn’t wish

on her face, so he patiently coaxed her. “I don’t know when the hair stuck to me. Please believe me for I haven’t

issmart, deliberately mentioning our children in such a casual manner to appease me. Crystal curled hef lips into a

didn’t want that facial expresgon to linger on her countenance. She appeared as if she was

a loud slap sounded.

bear with

Henry was stunned.

grimaced and stared at her while enunciating, “Crystal, this matter concerns someone’s

muttered a response. “You regard her life with such importance, but whas about mine and Skyler’s? Henry, do you think I cold-blooded? Is that it? Well, I’ll be honest with you. I genuinely hope that she dies! Once

forbidding her

the harshest words with her gentlest tone. “She’d better not step a toe out of line. Otherwise, I don’t mind challenging the

somewhat fathomed her

moments before replying in an undertone. “Crystal, which is the real you? Take a good hard look at yourself now.

him. “In that case, you

pearly

he left the room, slamming the door behind

master bedroom to take a

and noticed the hair clinging to his

thought, he tossed the hair into the

wardrobe, which used to hold both men’s and women’s clothing. However, it was half empty now. Only men’s suits and shirts were left, and Crystal’s beautiful dresses were nowhere to be seen. She has moved all her

clarity washed over Henry. Crystal wasn’t joking. She’s still staying in the Miller residence, but to