Crystal’s One Night of Love
Chapter 261

Chapter 261 Behave Yourself

After a few days, Henry developed a fever as he might've indulged himself too much.

Crystal felt both embarrassed and furious. She firmly barred him from getting any closer and insisted he stay home for rest.

But Henry, despite being sick, couldn't keep his hands to himself. He repeatedly reached out to touch. Crystal, leaving her both exasperated and helpless. Crystal hesitated to take him to the hospital and instead opted to have the family doctor attend to him.

On Monday, Julia called her, inviting her over for tea.

Crystal heaved a sigh of relief.

Pushing open the study door, she found Henry engrossed in reading some documents while seated on the couch.

He was dressed in a white sweater and grey casual pants, giving off a relaxed and cozy aura.

Crystal went over and felt his forehead.

Fortunately, it wasn't burning anymore.

Henry took her hand and flashed a smile as he observed her outfit. "Are you heading out?"

Crystal hummed in acknowledgment. "Mom wants me to visit her."

Henry shifted his attention back to the documents, emitting a soft harrumph. "Are you planning to desert the patient at home, Mrs. Miller? Abandoning me after having your fill, I see." Crystal said gently, "I'll do my best to come back early this afternoon!"

He said nothing.

Seeing that, Crystal gave him a kiss. "Will this do?"

Henry stared at her for a long time before slowly replying, "Fine. I want to eat chicken oatmeal tonight, though."

Crystal agreed readily.

She arrived at the Miller residence by car and entered to replace Julia alone. There was no one else in sight. Curious, she inquired, "Where's Melora?"

Julia replied cheerfully, "She went out to have fun with Berthold!"

Guiding Crystal to the second floor, she led the younger woman into the bedroom's living area.

Crystal understood that Julia wanted to have a private conversation without the risk of being overheard by the housekeeper. This was why Julia had chosen this secluded space.

She offered to brew some coffee for them both.

Once the coffee was brewed, she set the cups on the table as they both sat next to each other. Julia then presented a photo to her. "Someone recommended this man. He's around Melora's age and works as

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university lecturer. His family runs a small business. What are your thoughts on him?"

Crystal took the photo and observed the man carefully.

He was handsome and looked like a gentleman, so she approved of him.

Julia looked worried. "Crys, please help me persuade Melora! Although she agreed to the blind date, I can tell she's very reluctant. She can't stay single forever. Though her father may not say anything, deep down. he really hopes she can start a family of her own."

Crystal felt a tidal surge of emotion, especially guilt toward Melora.

Noticing the shift in her emotions, Julia placed a comforting hand on hers. "Her relationship with your Uncle Alfred is complicated. They aren't fated to be."

Wiping her tears away, she continued, "They have a child together. If their differences were not too profound, they might have stayed together for the sake of their child."

Crystal consoled her for a long time.

At four in the afternoon, Melora arrived home with Berthold.

Crystal kept Berthold company for a long time. Eventually, Melora began to suspect that something was amiss. She beckoned the housekeeper and instructed her to take Berthold away to have some dessert. When they were alone, she asked in a low voice, "Crystal, did my mom ask you to come here?"

Crystal released a soft sigh and lightly tapped on the photo. Melora looked at the photo, taken aback. Pitching her voice low, Crystal murmured, "If you don't want to go on a blind date, I'll tell Mom and Dad about it. If they refuse to listen, we can ask for Henry's help."

She couldn't bring herself to force Melora against her wishes.

Being a woman herself, Crystal could sense that Melora was still holding on to her past relationship. With Berthold in the picture, it was challenging for her to open up to someone new. Melora held the photo and lowered her gaze.

A long while later, she said firmly, "Crystal, I'll go on the blind date!" Her voice brimmed with. determination.

Crystal was taken aback to hear that.

Raising her gaze, Melora offered a faint smile. "We should focus on moving forward, shouldn't we? I'm open to going on a blind date. And this man does seem pleasant. Maybe we'll hit it off!" That rendered Crystal at a loss for words.

Without a word, she wrapped her arms around Melora.

Melora leaned her head on Crystal's shoulder, a sign of the closeness between them that allowed her to reveal emotions she hid from others. Her voice quivered as she confessed, "Crystal, I truly love him. I love him even more than I loved Robert. But he has so much in his life, and I feel insignificant to him."

After leaving the Miller residence, Crystal picked up Skyler and headed home, seemingly unsettled.

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She even burnt herself when she was preparing the chicken oatmeal.

Henry felt a pang of concern as he gently applied ointment to her wound. Looking into her eyes, he inquired, "What did my mother say to upset you? Is it about Melora?"

Crystal was about to answer him when she noticed Skyler staring at them, her little eyes wide in curiosity.

She swallowed her words and replied softly, "Let's talk about this later."

Henry chuckled softly.

After putting Skyler to bed, he returned to the master bedroom.

Pushing the door open, he saw Crystal clad in a bathrobe, applying her skincare products at her dressing table. He approached her quietly and tenderly ran his hand across her shoulder as he spoke in a hoarse voice. "What about Melora?"

Crystal didn't stop him from kissing her affectionately.

When it came to an end, she leaned on his shoulder and revealed everything to him.

Henry pressed a kiss to her earlobe and said in a deep voice, "Crystal, you want her to be with Uncle Alfred, right?"

Crystal turned around and flung her arms around his waist.

She responded, "Not exactly. Henry, I wish for her to marry out of love, not out of necessity. Do you realize the challenges she faces in replaceing a partner, given that she has a child? It doesn't matter how attractive she is."

She couldn't bear to see Melora in this situation.

Seeing how hard Melora cried earlier, Crystal could tell that the younger woman had reluctantly agreed to the blind date only to please her parents.

She was in a difficult position and thus decided to reveal everything to Henry so he could pay attention to

the matter.

Hearing that, Henry fell silent for a long while.

He pulled her into his arms and caressed her earlobe. "Crystal, did you marry the man you love? Can you be honest with me?"

Crystal responded softly. "We're talking about Melora!"

Henry let out a low chuckle.

He leaned over and kissed her. "Let her go on the blind date. It will benefit both her and Alfred. If he can turn a blind eye to it, then they aren't meant to be."

He felt that Crystal couldn't understand his father's intentions at all.

Crystal stared at him unblinkingly.

Sometime later, Henry tugged her ear. "Why are you staring at me like that? Have you been struck dumb by my handsomeness?"

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Crystal didn't move an inch.

Henry's libido had always been high. His desire surged as she sat in his arms, her clothes slightly disheveled.

Crystal regained her composure and grabbed his hand, her cheeks heating up. "You have yet to recover completely! Behave yourself. We can get to that after you recover completely, okay?"

A soft chuckle escaped Henry's lips.

Crystal avoided his gaze. She was considering making up an excuse to send him back to the guest room. when the sound of footsteps echoed on the staircase. The housekeeper's voice rang out. "Mr. and Mrs. Miller, Mr. Lodge is here!"

Crystal was surprised.

Glancing at Henry, she asked, "Why is Uncle Alfred here this late?"

Henry straightened his clothes and replied, "It must be something important. I'll head downstairs first. You should come downstairs after getting changed."

Crystal hummed in acknowledgment.

The mansion's hall was brightly lit by the chandelier hanging on the ceiling.

Alfred was standing in front of the piano, observing it carefully. He heard that Henry spent six hundred million to buy this piano from an antique dealer. That sounded crazy to him. "Uncle Alfred!" Henry greeted him from the stairway.

He quickly assessed Alfred's appearance and had to admit that despite his age, the older man still had an appealing charm. Even with his back turned, he exuded an attractive presence.