Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 115

Chapter 115 An Insignificant Floret

Henry gently caressed Crystal’s long hair and said in a hoarse voice, “I’m sorry. I have some business matters to attend to.” He stood up and headed to the study.

His actions were rather abrupt, leaving Crystal with no choice but wonder what was going on in his mind.

She did not desire him to define their relationship. She simply sensed something peculiar about. Henry.

She must have returned.

Crystal could not help but shudder as a chill ran through her body. I mentioned Mr. Quinn’s daughter just now… Is she the one? But I’ve met Mr. Quinn numerous times. Henry was even on the phone with him while engaging in those activities with me. He even teased me many times. Yet, he never once mentioned that Mr. Quinn’s daughter was the woman in his life! No one told me about it. Everyone knew about it, except me!

The early autumn night felt unusually chilly.

Crystal sat alone on the couch in the living room, with only a wall separating her from Henry, yet she felt as if they were worlds apart.

To some extent, she had fallen for him. The roses by the pillow in the early morning, the Morning Dew, and those intimate nights… They mean nothing at all!

Crystal could not help but flash a self–deprecating smile. The name “Audrey” seems to carry more weight than everything Henry and I have experienced together.

Crystal knew she was not in any position to talk to Henry because of how insignificant she was. We’re nothing!

No matter how foolish she might be, she could discern Henry’s attitude toward her. Since that woman still holds such a significant influence over him, I’ll step aside instead of subjecting myself to humiliation! He wants to be alone? Fine! I’ll give him space! All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Nonetheless, she still prepared supper for him by packing it in a thermos and placing it on the dining table, hoping he would see it when he came out of the study.

Crystal sat quietly in the living room, going through the financial reports of the music center, then took a bath and performed her skincare routine. One thing her failed four–year relationship with Robert had taught her was that being compassionate toward men would not yield any positive outcomes for her.

Henry remained in his study till late at night.

The ashtray on the wooden desk brimmed with cigarette butts, and the study was engulfed in a haze of smoke. After finishing his last cigarette, he crushed the empty pack and threw it into the

His eyes grew sore, a clear indication that it was getting late.

He stood up and walked out resolutely.

The living room was dimly lit, with only a small night light that Crystal had switched on for him. In the faint glow, he effortlessly spotted the supper set on the dining table.

Upon opening the thermos, he discovered it contained caramelized pear soup, a perfect choice for soothing his stomach in the middle of the night.

Henry sat down and took a few mouthfuls before entering the master bedroom.

Crystal had already fallen into a deep slumber. She lay on her side, clad in a modest white cotton nightgown..

Henry recollected a phrase he had previously heard implying that a woman’s choice of nightwear would reveal her intentions for physical intimacy. It was apparent that Crystal had no such intentions that night.

Henry knew what she was thinking.

After a shower, he hugged her from the back.

Crystal did not want to be disturbed, but he was determined to wake her up.

“Henry!” Crystal sighed before turning around. “Leave me alone. I’m tired.”

In fact, Henry had no interest in pursuing physical intimacy with her that night.

He merely wanted to talk to her. Stroking her forehead, he clarified, “Audrey and I were in a relationship for a few years. She’s Mr. Quinn’s daughter.”

Crystal was struck dumb for a moment.

She nestled against his chest and whispered in a hidden corner, “Are you considering getting back together with her?”

“No!” Henry’s voice was somewhat indifferent. “She’s engaged!”

Crystal did not ask any further. That explanation doesn’t hold water. It seems that he’s only saying that to reassure himself that his relationship with Audrey is in the past, especially now that Audrey is already engaged.

Site was never part of the equation, and she was well aware of it.

She hugged his neck tightly and deliberately said, “That’s good! I don’t want to be the third wheel your relationship!”

Henry gnashed his teeth in frustration as he was irritated by her reaction. It’s almost like she intentionally tries to get on my nerves sometimes.

Instead of doing anything to her, he gently stroked her chestnut–colored long hair. “Dress nicely for Melora’s birthday banquet tomorrow.”

Crystal responded with a faint smile.

She believed Audrey had returned specifically to celebrate Melora’s birthday. To be more precise, Audrey had returned for Henry. While he could potentially avoid seeing her on regular days, at events like a birthday banquet, there would be no way for them to avoid crossing paths.

Crystal could not help but feel sorry for herself.

The next day was Melora’s birthday.

It could potentially be Melora’s final celebration at the Miller residence. As she was the cherished. gem of the Miller family, they opted to host the banquet at their own residence.

David and Julia spared no expense for her birthday celebration, wanting to provide her with nothing but the best.

The Miller residence was adorned with magnificent decorations.

There were live bands, exquisite cuisine, and well–dressed prominent guests. Melora was treated to an unforgettable experience.

Crystal had chosen a white silk gown for the occasion.

The dress showcased a captivating one–shoulder design, complemented by an enticing open back. adorned with delicate straps and tiny pearl beads.

It exuded both beauty and subtle seduction.

Henry had forbidden her from wearing it, concerned about the revealing nature of the back. However, with Crystal’s long hair cascading down, it added a touch of enchantment akin to the blossoming of spring, further enhancing its allure.

Crystal held onto Henry’s arm as they extended warm greetings to the esteemed members of the family.

He never hesitated to acknowledge their relationship. He was open and honest about it.

Julia had a radiant smile on her face. She was pleased that Henry was finally attached.

When others inquired about marriage, Julia responded with grace, saying, “Let’s not rush it since Crystal is still young. Let them date a couple more years before we talk about tying the knot.”

While she might have appeared unaffected by it, there was a playful hint of complaint in the look she cast at Henry. They’ve been sharing the same bed every night, yet there aren’t any unexpected occurrences like a surprise pregnancy.

Crystal followed Henry as they strolled around the house.

Her feet were sore from the walk, so she found an excuse to sit and relax in the small garden.

Suddenly, a shadow cast over her.

Crystal looked up and was surprised to see Robert.

Robert appeared to be in better spirits compared to their previous encounters. Crystal speculated. that the crisis at Sloan Group hust have been resolved. Today, on Melora’s birthday, she wanted to seize the opportunity to offer her congratulations and then keep her distance from him for the rest of her life.

Robert could tell Crystal was keeping a distance from him.

He flashed a smile and said, “Shouldn’t you be happy that Henry brought you to this kind of banquet? Do you think you can marry into the Miller family? Has Henry introduced you to

David?”

Crystal stared straight into his eyes. “What are you trying to say?”

Robert leaned forward, a small flame flickering in his eyes.

“You do know that Henry doesn’t want to get married, right? Do you know why?”

Before he could finish his sentence, Crystal’s gaze was already focused on a specific location.

In a soft voice, she replied, “I know”

Robert paused for a moment, then followed her line of sight to see what had caught her attention.

At the entrance of the Miller residence garden, a graceful figure emerged, adorned in at captivating, floor–length crimson gown. Her lustrous black hair cascaded down to her waist.

Henry, dressed in a black tuxedo, met the woman’s gaze.

Seeing the two looking at each other like a pair of lovestruck individuals, Crystal could only lower her gaze and flash a faint smile. He said I was his Morning Dew. But I know I’m not. Audrey was and will always be his exquisite rose. I’m nothing more than an insignificant floret in his life.