Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 128

Chapter 128 Let Us Break Up

The room was deathly quiet.

Suddenly, the words tumbled out of Crystal’s mouth. “What woman who simply sleeps with a man prepares dinner for him to come home to? Didn’t you take advantage of me, Henry!”

Henry swallowed.

He did not know how much pain his indulgences had caused Crystal.

He stared at her.

After a long time, he said softly, “I didn’t know it bothered you so.”

Crystal gave a self–deprecating laugh.

Returning his gaze, she said bluntly, “I take it seriously because it bothers me. I can’t stand the thought of it, Henry. So what?”

Suddenly, she regained her calm. Her voice fell flat and lifeless.

“Let’s break up, Henry.”

Henry stared at her.

A moment later, he spoke. “Are you breaking up with me over what happened tonight? Has it occurred to you that things between us are not going to end if I didn’t want them to, Crystal?”

Crystal’s eyes grew red.

Of course I know that.

She knew all too well what Henry was capable of. He did not want to get married so he could keep having fun. On the other hand, she, Crystal Winters, must have been the most interesting woman he had come across, seeing as he was still not sick of her yet.

What a scum. Go to h*ll!

Clenching her fists to restrain herself, Crystal maintained her nonchalant tone.

“We don’t have to break up. If you are ever in need of anything, Mr. Miller, I’m only a phone call away.”

Henry stared at her. His tone was light. “So you saying that you would come to the apartment and sleep with me if my needs arise? Are you moving out of our home, Crystal?”

As soon as he spoke, he took a step forward and pinned Crystal against the television cabinet.

The screen illuminated their intertwined figures and made them look particularly odd at his amorous advances.

Henry’s patience was wearing thin. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

He had never accommodated any woman to this extent.

Frustrated, he grabbed her sharp chin and kissed her forcefully.

However, Crystal was not in the mood.

Still, she did not shove him away. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck passionately and returned his kisses. Soon, Henry felt hot all over.

He stroked Crystal’s face. “Let’s do it,” he rasped.

Crystal returned the gesture. She stroked his chiseled cheek.

Then, she straightened up. “We’re not going to do it in the apartment,” she breathed in his car. “A relationship like ours is only worthy in a hotel room. Also, never say ‘our home‘ ever again because it ruins a good memory.”

Henry froze.

Bracing himself up, he stared down at her.

Despite her pale pallor, her brows looked delicately beautiful.

However, she did not look moved at all. Her earlier passion with him had only been an act.

He caressed her brows gently with his slender fingers–his favorite spot.

Crystal quivered.

Henry was irritated. Though he had needs, his masculine pride did not allow him to continue.

Leaning over, he nipped her ear.

“You’re absolutely right, Miss Winters. Though I have broken up with Audrey, his father remains my friend, and we will never quarrel to this extent. You may move out if you wish, but don’t regret it, sweetie.”

Then, he added cruelly, “You must feel awful, having been deprived of my candy cane after having it for so long.”

Unlike men, women could never say things like that.

Crystal flushed crimson with rage.

Henry chuckled softly.

Standing at the foot of the bed, he adjusted his belt in front of her. There was a hint of mockery in his languid movements.

There it is. His true colors.

As outstanding or famous as he was, despite his reputation of being the Grim Reaper of the legal world or of the financial genius, he was invincible when it came to being a womanizer.

Crystal aimed a furious kick at him.

He caught it easily. Grabbing hold of her, he closed in.

“Don’t move! I actually do feel sorry for you, Crystal. You wouldn’t want to play those tricks.”

Crystal’s eyes glistened with tears.

Henry drew close once more. Though he still yearned for her, he turned away while gritting his teeth.

He left, slamming the door loudly behind him.

Crystal could tell that she had displeased the powerful man, but she did not think his mood was any of her concern.

Too tired to move anymore, she pulled the quilt over her and fell groggily asleep.

When she awoke, she found a pillow between her arms.

Out of habit, she moaned, “Henry…”

In a daze, she opened her eyes.

It’s not him! How could it be him? We had a huge fight last night.

Crystal rubbed her eyes, which felt dry and uncomfortable. She was about to wash her face when Emelia called.

“I have something important to talk to you about, Crystal.”

Crystal leaned back onto her pillow. “What is it, Emelia?”

There was a hint of excitement in Emelia’s voice, laced with a little sheepishness. “It turns out that the owner of the music center we used to work at is migrating, and he wants to sell it. I made some inquiries and found out that it costs something in the neighborhood of thirty million.”

Crystal froze.

“Are you thinking of acquiring it, Emelia?”

Emelia laughed. “I can’t do it by myself! That is why I’m talking to you. It’s a good opportunity,

Crystal. If we manage to grab it, we can secure at least thirty percent of the market in Barnwood.”

After hesitating for a moment, she asked, “How are things over at your end, Crystal?”

Crystal was optimistic.

As she was familiar with the operations of the music center, and the teachers were elites in the industry, it was an endeavor in which she was certain they would not make a loss. However…

She opted to tell Emelia the truth.

“Henry and I had a fight,” she said softly. “I can only invest three million at most.”

Emelia was not surprised.

Well, Henry stood her up last night. It was obvious that they would end up in a fight.

Furthermore, she heard rumors that his first crush had come back.

Emelia remained hopeful. “All it takes is a word from you. We can have a fundraiser if we don’t have the capital. I would put aside my pride to get us the money.”

Crystal was touched.

She was grateful to have such a person pull her up when she was down in the dumps and prevent her from falling further.

“Don’t worry, Emelia,” she said softly. “I will find a way.”

Hearing that, Emelia gave her a few more words of encouragement.

In the end, Crystal felt much better. It doesn’t hurt as much now.

She got out of bed, had room service procure a set of clothes from the departmental store of the hotel, and prepared to leave after washing up.

As she did not trust a courier with Robert and Seth’s checks, she opted to deliver them herself.

Crystal drove to Seth’s company and left his check at his reception.

Seth was in a meeting.

By the time he received the check, Crystal had driven off.

He called her to complain, “Don’t you even have the time for lunch with me, Crystal?”

Crystal has always been good to me.

“Another time, Seth,” she said gently. “Just let me know when.”

Seth was standing before his windows on the thirty–sixth floor, toying with the blinds with his slender fingers. His voice was hoarse.

“If you break up with him, consider me, Crystal. I won’t make you feel unloved.”

Crystal fell silent.

She guessed that Seth and his clique had heard about what happened the night before.

She felt a little uneasy.

“No pressure, Crystal,” he said gently. “I just want to let you know that I’m leaving the choice to you.”