Crystal's One Night of Love

Melora sobbed while throwing herself into Henry’s embrace.

Crystal gently caressed her head while giving Henry a look.

She then walked up to David and thanked the men in uniform with a faint smile.

David knew what she meant by that and helped send them off.

Just like that, peace was restored to the house, and Melora’s sobs were all that could be heard. Noticing the look of confusion in Berthold’s eyes, Crystal gave him a hug and said, “Your mommy isn’t feeling well. How about I take you out instead?”

Berthold lowered his gaze. “Okay.”

Crystal turned toward Henry, who then picked up Berthold and whispered, “I’ll take Berthold to the office with me. You stay here and keep Melora company. It’ll be a lot easier for her to talk to a fellow woman.”

Crystal nodded in response.

She handed Berthold some toys and snacks and gave him a kiss before helping him close the car door. David sat down on the couch and puffed away on a cigarette. He patted the empty spot next to him and motioned at Crystal to sit down. “Your mother is keeping her company right now. Come, sit here and chat with me.”

Crystal did as told and sat down next to him.

As David had always doted on her, he didn’t hold back when he spoke to her. “I actually approve of Melora dating your uncle, but he seems to be facing some problems of his own.”

Crystal simply sat there and listened to him attentively.

“If Alfred cannot provide her with happiness, then no one else can,” David continued after a long pause and walked off.

Crystal sipped on the coffee that the housekeepers had brewed while digesting David’s statement. After thinking long and hard about it, she finally understood what he meant and let out a soft chuckle.

David was truly a great father with an open mind.

Crystal went upstairs and spent the morning chatting with Melora until the latter fell asleep.

Crystal gently pulled the blanket over her shoulder before leaving the room.

She felt a tidal surge of emotion as she made her way down the stairs. It had been a year, and yet, Crystal still remembered how Melora had once brought Berthold to a milkshake stand. They had spent all morning queuing up, but she had only bought one milkshake when it was their turn.

gave Alfred a

holding up?” Alfred asked in

all right. A little sad, is all.” After hesitating for a bit, Crystal asked, “Uncle Alfred, is it true what the newspapers are saying? Are you really getting engaged with Miss

replying. “Help me look

months… Six months is all it takes….

involved top-secret information, Crystal decided not to press on any further and talked about Berthold instead. A child of Berthold’s age should be in kindergarten, but Alfred insisted on having

afternoon, Crystal

brought Berthold home with him. He didn’t even get angry when he

Miller?” he asked the

and Berthold,” the housekeeper replied

warm sensation fill his heart

went to check on Remi, took a shower,

two housekeepers quickly stepped outside the moment they

up to Crystal and gently hugged her from behind. “Are you making dinner for me as well?” he asked while kissing

housekeepers will prepare your meal for you!” Crystal replied while plating

hard at her

relationship with his parents and sister, but she also took great care of the kids. On top of that, she even managed to maintain

he wasn’t satisfied with that.

were experiencing was simply a seven-year itch. Either that, or things simply didn’t feel the same after he lost his memories of Crystal, which was a huge cause of concern

looked after Remi as usual while Crystal put Skyler and Berthold to sleep. Having inherited the Lodge family’s genes,

home, he stayed in the

the bedroom. Crystal was talking to someone on the phone at the time. He figured it was probably

the phone the moment Henry came

shower and get some sleep,” she said while fetching his

ironed every one of those clothes herself, and the detergent she used was

perfect wife like her, Henry found himself unable to feel happy

simply playing the role of the perfect wife by helping him look after the kids. and

nor did

of disappointment had gotten so bad that it drove him to think he had developed some sort of mental illness. He had even tried going to a psychiatrist once, but the psychiatrist had told him that

was probably just having

night, he couldn’t help but wonder if doing it

buried her face in the