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

holding up?” Alfred asked in

is all.” After hesitating for a bit, Crystal asked, “Uncle Alfred, is it true what the

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

months is

child of Berthold’s age should be

in the afternoon,

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

Mrs. Miller?” he asked the housekeeper after a while.

Berthold,” the housekeeper replied with a faint smile.

his heart when he

into the kitchen right away, he went to check

moment they saw him enter

making dinner for me as well?” he asked while kissing her on the back of

that tickles! Knock it off! The housekeepers will prepare your meal for you!” Crystal replied

hard

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

wasn’t satisfied with that.

didn’t feel the same after he lost his memories of Crystal, which was a huge

as usual while Crystal put Skyler and Berthold to sleep. Having inherited

Henry had brought some work home, he stayed in the study

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

moment Henry came into the room.

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

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

like her, Henry found himself

wife by helping him look after the kids.

care about his feelings at all, nor did she ask

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

was probably just having some issues with his sex life.

sex with Crystal later that night, he couldn’t help but wonder if doing it twice a week wasn’t enough for a man of his

face in the pillow.