Crystal’s One Night of Love
Chapter 72

Chapter 72 Why Did You Come Back

Disgruntled, David demanded, "Isn't this your house? Where do you think you're going in the middle of the night?"

He had a bad temper and treated anyone and everyone in an imperious manner.

Others would have been afraid of him, but not Henry. In fact, Henry sounded even calmer as he replied. "I'm going back to go through some files."

Having had enough of him, David waved his hand. "Hurry up and get lost. You're just a lawyer who always has to clean up other people's messes and is always busy."

"I thought you knew that Miller Corporation spends eighty million a year to hire me as a legal advisor," Henry responded mockingly.

David grabbed a paperweight and flung it through the air. "Get lost!"

Henry hightailed it out of the room. However, he had just gotten into his car when David followed him down, opened the car door, and admonished, "You've made it big now, haven't you? Why are you still driving yourself back after having so much to drink? If you're that capable, why don't you fly a rocket into space?"

Hearing that, Henry got out of the car and handed the car keys to the driver..

The driver was one of the family's older staff members. Noticing Henry's bad mood, he dared not say much during the drive as he sent Henry back to his condominium.

When the car came to a stop, Henry leaned back in his seat and exhaled quietly before saying to the driver. "You should go back first."

Feeling helpless, the man left.

Staying in the same position, Henry took out a cigarette and put it to his lips.

There was a bright flame as the lighter ignited. Then, holding the white cigarette between hist fingers, he slowly puffed away at it.

Even as the smoke entered his lungs and the pain hit him, he found the sensation enjoyable.

After smoking four or five cigarettes, he finally got down from the car and went into the condominium.

When he opened the door, he saw that it was dark inside. However, it was not completely

oid of light the curtains in the living room were drawn, and the faint glow of moonlight

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pilled into the room. It made for a rather romantic setting.

Henry tossed his jacket onto the couch before tiptoeing into the bedroom and turning on at bedside lamp.

Crystal was fast asleep. Her small, flawless face rested against the pillow, and her long, brown hair was spread all over. She looked too beautiful for words.

Reaching under the covers, he let his hands roam over her body.

His movements woke her up.

Her eyes glistened as she bit her lip and gazed at him. Not daring to stop him or move away, she let him do as he wished.

Lifting her head, he pressed his lips against hers. The longer they kissed, the deeper it became.

After a long while, Crystal could not bear it anymore and leaned her face against his shoulder, refusing to let him kiss her. Her breathing was ragged as she asked, "Why did you. come back? You smell of alcohol."

Henry hummed an acknowledgment and muttered, "I drank at the family dinner."

He held her in his arms as he sat on the bed. However, he showed no sign of wanting to take things further. She said softly, "Why don't you go and take a shower while I make pasta, okay?"

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Her voice was so gentle that he could not help but lower his head and kiss her again.

The deep and passionate kiss seemed as though it would go on for eternity!

She could not refrain from holding him close. Her slender fingers drew tiny, fine scratches. on the back of his shirt. In truth, they were so caught up in the heat of the moment that he thought of sleeping with her right there and then, but then he felt it would be rather unfair to her if they went through with it that day.

Eventually, he broke the kiss.

"I'm going to take a shower. Make me some chicken and mushroom pasta." As he spoke, he undressed and went into the bathroom. Even a fastidious person like him left his clothes. strewn all over the floor. However, she knew he had done it on purpose.

Her face flushed, and her heart raced. She did not dare to look at his body at all.

Crystal picked up his clothes, dropped them into the laundry basket, and went to the kitchen. to cook. Thanks to her cooking skills, she was done in less than ten minutes.

Everything was cooked to perfection, and she finished it off by drizzling some olive oil on

top. It looked appetizing and smelled delicious.

After showering and getting dressed, Henry sat down at the dining table and began to tuck into the pasta.

Since he had to go out and socialize often, he inevitably preferred home-cooked food. Although she did not cook exquisite dishes, they were to his liking.

He had his phone in one hand as he ate, attending to some work matters. Then, he looked toward her. "Did you get your hair done?"