Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 333 Do You Still Love Me 1 

Melora sobbed while throwing herself into Henry’s embrace.

Crystal gently caressed her head while giving Henry a look.

She then walked up to David and thanked the men in uniform with a faint smile.

David knew what she meant by that and helped send them off.

Just like that, peace was restored to the house, and Melora’s sobs were all that could be heard. Noticing the look of confusion in Berthold’s eyes, Crystal gave him a hug and said, “Your mommy isn’t feeling well. How about I take you out instead?”

Berthold lowered his gaze. “Okay.”

Crystal turned toward Henry, who then picked up Berthold and whispered, “I’ll take Berthold to the office with me. You stay here and keep Melora company. It’ll be a lot easier for her to talk to a fellow woman.”

Crystal nodded in response.

She handed Berthold some toys and snacks and gave him a kiss before helping him close the car door. David sat down on the couch and puffed away on a cigarette. He patted the empty spot next to him and motioned at Crystal to sit down. “Your mother is keeping her company right now. Come, sit here and chat with me.”

Crystal did as told and sat down next to him.

As David had always doted on her, he didn’t hold back when he spoke to her. “I actually approve of Melora dating your uncle, but he seems to be facing some problems of his own.”

Crystal simply sat there and listened to him attentively.

“If Alfred cannot provide her with happiness, then no one else can,” David continued after a long pause and walked off.

Crystal sipped on the coffee that the housekeepers had brewed while digesting David’s statement. After thinking long and hard about it, she finally understood what he meant and let out a soft chuckle.

David was truly a great father with an open mind.

Crystal went upstairs and spent the morning chatting with Melora until the latter fell asleep.

Crystal gently pulled the blanket over her shoulder before leaving the room.

She felt a tidal surge of emotion as she made her way down the stairs. It had been a year, and yet, Crystal still remembered how Melora had once brought Berthold to a milkshake stand. They had spent all morning queuing up, but she had only bought one milkshake when it was their turn.

Crystal gave Alfred a call.

“How is she holding up?” Alfred asked in a tired yet gentle voice.

“She’s all right. A little sad, is all.” After hesitating for a bit, Crystal asked, “Uncle Alfred, is it true what the newspapers are saying? Are you really getting engaged with Miss Cook?”

Alfred went silent for a brief moment before replying. “Help me look after her for another six months”

Six months… Six months is all it takes….

Since it involved top-secret information, Crystal decided not to press on any further and talked about Berthold instead. A child of Berthold’s age should be in kindergarten, but Alfred insisted on having him stay home for another year.

At about four in the afternoon, Crystal drove Skyler home.

Henry had gotten off work earlier that day and brought Berthold home with him. He didn’t even get angry when he saw the two kids playing on top of the Morning Dew piano.

“Where’s Mrs. Miller?” he asked the housekeeper after a while.

“She’s making dinner for Skyler and Berthold,” the housekeeper replied with a faint smile.

Henry felt a warm sensation fill his heart when he heard that.

Instead of heading into the kitchen right away, he went to check on Remi, took a shower, and changed into his loungewear.

The two housekeepers quickly stepped outside the moment they saw him enter the kitchen.

Henry walked up to Crystal and gently hugged her from behind. “Are you making dinner for me as well?” he asked while kissing her on the back of her ear.

“Hey, that tickles! Knock it off! The housekeepers will prepare your meal for you!” Crystal replied while plating the food.

Henry stared long and hard at her in response.

Not only did Crystal have a close relationship with his parents and sister, but she also took great care of the kids. On top of that, she even managed to maintain her amazing figure and silky-smooth skin. Crystal truly was a perfect wife, and he never got sick of having sex with her.

Even so, he wasn’t satisfied with that.

Little did Henry know that what they were experiencing was simply a seven-year itch. Either that, or things simply didn’t feel the same after he lost his memories of Crystal, which was a huge cause of

concern for him.

After dinner, he looked after Remi as usual while Crystal put Skyler and Berthold to sleep. Having inherited the Lodge family’s genes, the two looked adorable as they slept next to each other.

As Henry had brought some work home, he stayed in the study until eleven.

He was feeling a little tired when he returned to the bedroom. Crystal was talking to someone on the phone at the time. He figured it was probably her former classmate as he heard her mention Robert and Madison

Crystal hung up the phone the moment Henry came into the room.

“Are you tired? Maybe you should go take a shower and get some sleep,” she said while fetching his clothes. from the walk-in wardrobe.

She had ironed every one of those clothes herself, and the detergent she used was the one he liked as well.

While most men would appreciate a perfect wife like her, Henry found himself unable to feel happy about.

He felt as though Crystal was simply playing the role of the perfect wife by helping him look after the kids. and having sex with him.

She didn’t seem to care about his feelings at all, nor did she ask him about the memories he lost.

At one point, the pent-up feelings of disappointment had gotten so bad that it drove him to think he had developed some sort of mental illness. He had even tried going to a psychiatrist once, but the psychiatrist had told him that he wasn’t mentally ill.

The psychiatrist had also suggested that he was probably just having some issues with his sex life.

While having sex with Crystal later that night, he couldn’t help but wonder if doing it twice a week wasn’t enough for a man of his age.

Crystal buried her face in the pillow.

Because he was distracted during intercourse, it was only natural that she would get distracted as well.

“What’s on your mind?” Henry asked while leaning in to kiss her.

Crystal gently wrapped her arms around his neck and let out a soft moan as she replied, “I was just thinking about what to make for Skyler’s and Berthold’s breakfast tomorrow.” Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Henry stared at her in silence for a brief moment before holding her firmly by her slender waist.

After they were done having sex, Henry got up and went to take a shower while Crystal lay in bed with her forehead drenched in sweat.

Suddenly, she heard faint moans coming from the bathroom.

Huh? Is Henry masturbating in there? Was he not satisfied with our sex earlier?

Being his wife, she figured it would be inappropriate for her to sneak a peek at him while he was masturbating. Feeling tired after a long day at work, Crystal buttoned up her pajamas, pulled the blanket over her shoulder, and went to sleep.

About thirty minutes later, Henry came out of the bathroom feeling cool and refreshed.

He had a conflicted feeling in his heart as he stared at Crystal, who was fast asleep. He desired her with a burning passion, but she didn’t seem to reciprocate that desire of his.

Things had been rather rough for them for the past few months.

Something just felt missing in their relationship, but Henry couldn’t tell what it was.

Not wanting Crystal to inhale second-hand smoke, Henry went into the study to smoke a cigarette.

He kept telling himself that his life was great and that he should be content with it, but the void in his heart just kept growing bigger and bigger.

Suddenly, the door to his study was opened all of a sudden.

Skyler, who was dressed in a white nightgown, came in with a pillow in her hands. She climbed onto Henry’s lap and nuzzled cozily in his arms.

Henry quickly dismissed his frustrating thoughts and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “What brings you here at this hour?”

“Berthold is snoring really loudly.”

Henry gave her an affectionate pinch on the cheek. “Why are you addressing him as Berthold?”

Skyler rested her head against Henry’s arm, pulled her blanket over her shoulders, and closed her eyes as she replied, “Because Great-uncle Alfred is his father.”

Henry felt a sense of pride-fill his heart when he heard that.

He gave Skyler a kiss on the forehead before lying down on the couch with her in his arms. Skyler was so comfortable around him that she rested her feet on his stomach.