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 call.

holding up?” Alfred asked in

is all.” After hesitating for a bit, Crystal asked, “Uncle Alfred, is it true what the newspapers are saying? Are you really

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

is all it takes….

child of Berthold’s age should be in kindergarten, but Alfred insisted on

four in the afternoon, Crystal

work earlier that day and brought Berthold home with him. He didn’t even get angry when he saw the two kids playing

Miller?” he asked the housekeeper after

Berthold,” the

sensation fill his heart when

kitchen right away, he went to check on Remi, took a shower, and changed into his

stepped outside the moment

you making dinner for me as

The housekeepers will prepare your

stared long and hard at her in response.

that, she even managed to maintain her amazing figure and silky-smooth skin. Crystal truly was a perfect

so, he wasn’t satisfied

what they 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

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

Henry had brought some work home, he

talking to someone on the phone at the time. He figured it was probably her former classmate as

the phone the moment Henry came into

a shower and get some sleep,” she said while fetching his clothes. from the walk-in wardrobe.

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

appreciate a perfect wife like her, Henry found

Crystal was simply playing the role of the perfect wife by helping him look after the

to care about his feelings at all, nor did she ask him about the memories he lost.

had developed some sort of mental illness. He had even tried going to a psychiatrist once, but the psychiatrist had

probably just having some

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

face