Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 92

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Henry’s gaze darkened.

He then leaned into her ear. “Then, should I give her a six-month vacation? That way, it’ll be just the two of us here in his house. We can do it whenever we want. What do you say, Crystal?” he drawled.

“Cut it out! We can do it again tonight,” the woman coaxed.

Henry took her hand gently.

Crystal let out a soft groan before leaning against him, not making another sound.

The man lay her flat on the bed and began to do as he pleased with her again.

Marie was quietly doing the housework when she heard the commotion coming from the bedroom. It didn’t take her long to guess what was happening, and she couldn’t help but turn red.

After eavesdropping for a while, she figured that it must have been a long time since Henry last slept with a woman. They’re really going at it. Poor Miss Winters!

Back inside the bedroom, Henry got up before he was satisfied. It was time to get ready for work.

He headed into the bathroom to take a shower. Then, he put on a set of clean clothes and walked toward the bed while doing his tie.

They were at it the whole night that he nearly forgot something important.

“Go pick out a few gowns later, okay?” he asked while bending over to cup her face softly. Crystal leaned forward and adjusted his tie, and her knees bent slightly.

She was wearing nothing but the man’s shirt from last night. Seeing her body as she crouched over made Henry unable to take his eyes off her.

He held her gently, his breathing turning a little erratic.

Crystal’s ears turned pink as she let him touch her. “I already bought a few dresses a while ago. They should be fine,” she remarked after pondering for a moment.

Henry furrowed his brows, looking slightly displeased.

I tounded kind as he spoke. “I’ll have Jamie bring over a few outfits

Crystal noticed the unusual look on his face. He must be thinking about how ignorant and sheltered I am. Well, he’s not wrong. I’m just a middle-class girl.

An inexplicable feeling rose in her heart at that moment. It doesn’t seem right to turn him down, but it feels even worse not to.

However, she was more aware that Henry had no obligation to keep looking out for her.

She straightened his tie and smoothened out all the creases.

Silence ensued.

Henry hugged her softly. “Are you mad? I just wanted to get Jamie to send you some clothes so you wouldn’t have to worry about what to choose. If you’re not happy about that, you can ask Madison to go pick something out.”

Realizing how significant this banquet was to him, Crystal knew he surely wouldn’t be happy with whatever she chose on her own.

Thus, she smiled faintly. “Get Jamie to send some over, then. She has great taste.”

With that, Henry stopped insisting.

“Don’t kick up a fuss over something so trivial, okay?” he coaxed while stroking her face.

Crystal was no fool, but his words reminded her that she and Henry weren’t equal in this relationship.

The man had authority over her.

He had the right to do anything he wanted-just like when Marie had come over earlier this morning.

Crystal had told him that she didn’t want to continue, but she ended up going along with him all because he didn’t want to stop. She had to put up with him if he wasn’t satisfied or if he was in a bad mood.

The woman didn’t know what to do.

She was unhappy, but it wasn’t as though she could voice her thoughts. I guess that’s just how it is between us. I’m here to make him happy, so how could I expect him to let me have my way?

Henry could tell she was upset.

They had been getting along well as of late, and he really enjoyed getting it on with her, so he tried his best to appease her. “I’ll get you a necklace tonight, okay? Didn’t you use to wear one? Where did it go?”

In truth, he couldn’t remember what kind of necklace Crystal wore. He was just trying to ease the atmosphere by changing the subject.

Seeing him yield, the woman conceded too.

“I lost it,” she answered vaguely, choosing not to tell the truth.

Henry took the opportunity to lean into her ear. “Why do you keep losing it? It’s happened a few times, hasn’t it?” he murmured raspily.