Crystal’s One Night of Love
Chapter 368

Chapter 368 Kissing The Young Crystal 1

Henry took his coat off and hung it up before walking inside.

Crystal stared at him.

His every action was a sight to behold.

Henry walked over and massaged her shoulders gently. He said nonchalantly, "You like it, right? Sit down. and have a go."

Crystal felt rather taken aback.

There was a long, beautiful history behind the piano and it was a rare treasure.

She had wanted to see it for a long time.

She pressed her lips together and sat down in front of the piano. Her long, delicate fingers rested on the keys. Suddenly, Henry asked, "Can you play Moonlight Lovers?"

Crystal looked at him with glistening eyes.

Her heart skipped yet another beat.

There it is again! Why do I keep feeling like that? He seems to know everything about me. Did he run a background check on me?

Henry looked at her intently.

He was reminded of Skyler whenever Crystal showed her gentle yet angry side. He truly wanted to have her for his own

Crystal finally started playing the piano.

At that moment, her legs were not injured and she was playing in a lively, energetic manner.

Since George had helped him out before he began to dream, Henry managed to retain all of his

memories.

He was Henry Miller whose memories remained intact.

Crystal's performance touched his heart deeply. His eyes were even beginning to feel a little wet.

If he had dealt with Audrey better back then, Crystal wouldn't have had to suffer so much. She wouldn't have had so many regrets, nor would she have had to throw her dreams away. She might already have become a world-renowned pianist.

Sadly, it was useless to think of the past now that everything had already unfolded.

All he wanted now was to bring her home peacefully and safely.

Crystal finished playing and slowly lifted her hands off the ivory and ebony keys. She was in disbelief.

Her heart ached with how familiar the keys felt under her fingers.

Henry walked up behind her and placed his warm palms on her shoulders. He gently turned her to face

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him.

He was extremely careful and it was very clear that he didn't want to offend her in any way.

Crystal didn't know what was happening to her. She had been thinking of Robert every day and every night until just a few days ago. However, as of right now, all she could think about was the man right next

to her.

She was extremely obedient.

Henry couldn't control himself. He lowered his head so that he could whisper in her ear. "Do you know how much I missed you?"

Crystal froze.

She had never been this close to a man.

Her voice was trembling as she replied, "No, I don't."

Henry didn't say anything else. He simply kept his face close to her brown hair, feeling its softness against his check. He hadn't hugged her in too long. Melora stood stiffly at the side.

What the hell? Why are they suddenly hugging?

She ran off to the kitchen to look for snacks and spotted a brand-new air fryer. She opened it to inspect it and muttered to herself, "Why did he buy this?"

She stared at it and began to wait impatiently for the two of them to let go of each other. She couldn't wait to make them cook some good food for her. The sun was slowly setting and it painted a beautiful picture in the sky.

The last streak of golden sunshine shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the condominium and landed on Henry and Crystal.

It was a beautiful sight to behold.

Crystal was still in Henry's embrace.

She was still young and had never been that close to a man before. Nervously, she murmured, "Please let go, Mr. Miller."

His large hands were still wrapped around her slim waist.

His voice was rough and attractive as he asked, "We've hugged each other for so long. Dare you say that you don't feel anything for me at all?" Crystal couldn't lie and say no.

His embrace had made her face turn bright red and her heart had even begun to beat faster. Even her legs had become weak.

It wasn't as if she couldn't push him aside, but because he didn't want to.

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He seemed to have a magical effect on her that was pulling her in like a moth to a flame.

Henry continued to caress her slim waist and suddenly pulled her into his arms completely. He whispered in her ear, "Are we finally official now?"

Crystal wanted to say no, but she was at his place and in his embrace, no less. There was no way she could. deny anything now.

Her hesitation was a window of opportunity for him.

He leaned in and kissed her gently.

When their lips met, Crystal's face immediately heated up. She felt as if her brain had been turned to mush. She finally knew how close two people felt while kissing.

She had no way of describing how she was feeling.

She simply felt completely surrounded by his presence and his every movement was setting off a new fire within her

"Close your eyes," Henry said in a low voice. He placed a hand behind her head and caressed it gently so she would calm down.

Crystal was still young. She had no idea what to do.

Henry reached out and covered her eyes completely before lifting her up and putting her down on the piano. A loud, dissonant sound rang out and she started to get taken over by him completely. The kiss was hot and heavy, and she had no idea what to do with herself.

Crystal couldn't see anything and was forced to feel around blindly. Eventually, her hands found their way around his neck.

She was being kissed silly and didn't know right from left or up from down.

After what seemed like a long time, he finally seemed to have enough. He pulled away and nestled his head in the crook of her neck. He was breathing heavily, and she could feel every single one of his hot breaths against her skin. She couldn't help but think of a wild beast.

She was already lightheaded, but she could still sense how badly he wanted her.

Blood rushed to color her pale cheeks.

Henry tenderly caressed her face and said in a low, raspy voice, "Don't be afraid. I won't touch you."

The piano was a little bit slippery and she was scared of falling.

She wrapped her arms around his lean waist and argued, "You already did."

Henry looked down at her.

He couldn't deny that he wasn't having any indecent thoughts at all at the sight of a young, energetic Crystal in his arms. He was a man, after all.

Henry pinched her nose lightly and chuckled.

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"I'll go and make dinner. Melora is probably starving. She hates being hungry."

Crystal blushed.

She had almost forgotten that Melora was around. She had been too busy being all wrapped up in Melora's brother's arms and had even started making out on the piano, no less. His hands had been all over her.

Her face looked like a ripe tomato,

Henry couldn't help but kiss her again. "Why? Feeling shy?"

Crystal shook her head and looked up at him. "Everything's moving too fast."

She was only twenty, after all. Was she about to give herself up just because of Henry's piano and his good. looks?

She couldn't believe her own thoughts.

"This all feel like a dream," she added softly.

Henry was quiet and didn't reply to her.

Indeed, it was a dream.

He had come to meet the twenty-year-old Crystal, but he still had to leave eventually.

He hoped dearly that they would both be able to keep the memories of everything that had happened in the dream even after waking up.

It would definitely be a romantic memory even forty or fifty years from now.

He couldn't voice out all of his negative emotions and had to digest them on his own. He caressed Crystal gently and carried her down from the piano. He had managed to make her his.

Henry brought Melora out of the kitchen.

The two girls got along pretty well.

They began talking about more private matters and Melora suddenly pulled up a picture from her phone. She presented it to Crystal as if she were showing her a big secret. "Look at this! Isn't he handsome? My brother said I had a chance."

Crystal looked at it carefully.

An elegant, poised man was walking in the rain. He was surrounded by crowds of people while someone. who looked like his secretary was holding an umbrella over him.

The picture was a well-taken one and it seemed to tell a story of its own.

However, Grystal was feeling something she couldn't quite put a finger on. She felt that the man in the picture was strangely familiar.

The lines of his nose bridge to the curve of his lips looked almost exactly like hers.

She had always known that John wasn't her biological father.

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Could this Mr. Lodge from Coldbridge be my real father?

Melora looked at Crystal's expression and felt a twinge of unease. "You already have my brother, so leave this one for me, okay?"

Crystal didn't know whether to laugh or frown, but she didn't want to spill anything about her own past so suddenly. However, she made sure to take a mental note.

Alfred Lodge of Coldbridge. Got it.

She nodded in reply and Melora relaxed.

Henry was done cooking. He had always been a rather good cook.

Melora couldn't help but spill praises after trying some of the food. "Since when did you learn to cook?" Her small mouth was stuffed with food. "You're a lucky girl, Crystal! My brother never used to cook."

Crystal was enjoying the food as well.

Henry had filled her plate to the brim..

He whispered, "I learned it to win you over."

Women like to hear words of love, and Crystal definitely was one of them. It was even better when coming out of such a handsome person's mouth.

However, she couldn't help but feel just a little bit awkward.

Henry stroked her hair, and all of a sudden, her awkwardness disappeared.

Maybe I do want to have a relationship with him.

She had already known what having a crush felt like, and after meeting someone who treated her so gently, she simply couldn't resist.

Crystal finally gave in.

She finished her food and washed the dishes with Melora.

Melora had never done any household chores before and was freaking out. However, she ended up gritting her teeth and did the dishes anyway. After all, her brother had said that Alfred liked virtuous. ladies.

I can be virtuous too!

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