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.

Alfred

Alfred asked in a tired yet gentle

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

went silent for a brief moment before replying. “Help me look after her for another six

Six months is

involved top-secret information, Crystal decided not to press on any further and talked about Berthold instead. A child of Berthold’s age should

the afternoon,

home with him. He didn’t even get angry

Miller?” he asked the housekeeper after

making dinner for Skyler and Berthold,” the housekeeper replied with a faint

warm sensation fill his heart when he heard

right away, he went to check on Remi, took a shower,

the moment they saw him enter the

from behind. “Are you making dinner for me

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

stared long and hard

care of the kids. On top of that, she even managed to maintain her amazing figure and silky-smooth skin. Crystal truly was a perfect wife, and he never got

he wasn’t satisfied

or things simply didn’t feel the

while Crystal put Skyler and Berthold to sleep. Having inherited the Lodge family’s genes, the two looked adorable as they slept next

brought some work home, he stayed in the study until eleven.

Crystal was talking to someone on the phone at the time. He figured it was probably her former classmate as he heard her mention Robert and Madison

moment Henry came into the room.

some sleep,” she said while fetching his clothes. from

every one of those clothes herself, and the detergent she used was the one he liked as

most men would appreciate a perfect wife like her, Henry

Crystal was simply playing the role of the perfect wife

seem to care about his feelings at all, nor did she ask him about

some sort of mental illness. He had

probably just having some issues with his sex

he couldn’t help but wonder if doing it twice a week wasn’t enough for a man

buried her face in the pillow.