Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 377 Henry Regains His Memory 1 

Crystal gazed at Clementine, whose expression betrayed her.

There was no evidence, so Crystal wasn’t about to waste her time. She merely said, “Clementine, you have never loved him. You only love yourself.”

To Clementine, Robert was just a toy out of her reach.

Her feelings for him were twisted.

With that, Crystal spun on her heels and left.

She moved with a slow and deliberate pace, leaning on Edith for support. Despite the circumstances, she remained composed and unaffected.

Clementine was overwhelmed with jealousy.

Crystal possessed immense power, wealth, and the affection of numerous devoted admirers.

If it weren’t for Sylvester, she might have perished that day. Without her presence, Clementine was certain her life would undoubtedly improve!

Back at Seeas Corporation, Henry completed the stack of paperwork and stood by the window, holding a cup of coffee.

He gazed out of the window at the white sky, which indicated that snowfall was imminent.

Behind him, Jamie reported, “Crystal went to the graveyard, but she is now back at the hospital.”

Henry’s grip on the cup tightened, but he said nothing.

It began to snow outside.

Christmas was approaching, and their family would have the chance to celebrate together. Yet, in light of recent events, including that dream, Henry couldn’t help but suspect that Crystal still held complex and unresolved emotions.

Henry could understand her feelings.

There was good news that she was unaware of, though,

He had already regained his memories.

The following day, Crystal was discharged from the hospital.

The Miller family initially wanted to celebrate it by holding a banquet, but since Crystal was pregnant, they decided to just celebrate it at home.

Downstairs, the lamb stew had been prepared and filled the air with a mouthwatering aroma that had the children eagerly eyeing it. Henry gathered the kids and had them sit in their chairs while he went upstairs to invite Crystal to join them. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

The living space on the second floor was well-heated.

Crystal was reading a parenting book on the couch comfortably.

Henry stood at the door, watching her silently.

She was dressed in a pink oversized sweater and a floral skirt. While she didn’t appear visibly pregnant, he attire accentuated her womanly figure.

They had been intimate back at the hospital, but it wasn’t the same as doing it back home.

Henry approached her and bent down to kiss her earlobe. He teased her, “You’ve given birth twice, so why are you still reading this?”

Crystal naturally indulged in a kiss with him.

After a long while, she said coyly, “I want the child’s father to read it, too. I can’t be the only one having it tough.”

Henry reminisced about the past, remembering how he had insisted on traveling to the Kingdom of Brundela for a case on the day Crystal gave birth to Skyler. That very day, their mansion had exploded.

When Crystal gave birth to Remi, she hadn’t been able to rest properly due to Lara’s presence.

He felt his heart ache when he recalled all that.

Sitting beside her, Henry pressed his forehead to hers. “I’ll take good care of the children’s mother. Don’t worry, teacher!”

Crystal gazed at him, her lashes trembling.

Teacher? Has he regained his memories?

Without offering an explanation, Henry drew her into his embrace and retrieved something from his pocket, delicately placing it in Crystal’s hand. “This is for you. Keep it safe!”

Crystal lowered her head and discovered a repaired locket in her hand, the very same one that Robert had given her.

Without it, she would’ve died back then.

Crystal touched it and asked, “Since when were you so generous, Mr. Miller?”

It was clear she had not forgotten about the dream.

Henry gazed at her and chuckled softly. “When have I not been generous? Pray tell.”

Crystal chuckled softly in response.

Henry’s heart swelled with affection as he observed her gentle demeanor,

He was certain that he was deeply in love with her, but after regaining his memories, the sensation felt somehow different.

The memories and experiences that he and Crystal had shared were not known to others and were not documented in the diary.

Those intimate details were known only to the two of them.

Henry placed his chin on Crystal’s shoulders and told her, “Let’s celebrate Christmas outside, okay?”

Crystal grabbed a box to keep the locket safe.

She asked casually, “Where are you planning to celebrate Christmas?”

“At the condominium.”

Hearing that, Crystal felt her cheeks turn pink. After all, in the dream, they had shared countless intimate moments in the condominium. It was evident that he had some ulterior motives for bringing it up now.

With the box in her hands, she turned to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek and tenderly caressed his handsome face before giving a hum of acknowledgment.

Henry was pleased, but he still felt like comparing. Pulling Crystal into his arms, he asked, “Crystal, am I better than Robert to you?”

Even with three kids, he couldn’t shake the feeling of insecurity.

Crystal could sense that he cared about her, and she enjoyed that thoroughly.

As they prepared to head downstairs for the meal, she asked worriedly, “Has your leg recovered completely?”

Henry picked her up. “I can bring you downstairs without any problem.”

Crystal punched him shyly. “Let me down! Mom and Dad are downstairs!”

“No. We’re a married couple,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to her lips.

Downstairs, Henry’s parents said nothing as they were used to the sight.

However, there was a guest-Alfred.

There was still snow clinging to Alfred’s coat, indicating that he had just arrived. As soon as he walked in and saw Henry holding Crystal, he couldn’t help but sneer, “Ha! It seems like as Henry gets older, he becomes more of a romantic.”

No one knew that Henry had regained his memories.

Eager to assert himself, Henry seated Crystal in a chair and offered an insouciant smile. “Uncle Alfred, I’m only thirty-five!” he retorted.

Alfred stiffened.

Henry glanced at Berthold, who was sitting at the dining table quietly, not daring to greet his father.

He patted the little boy’s head and said, “Your Great-uncle Alfred is here. Why did you not greet him?”

Berthold obediently greeted, “Great-uncle Alfred!”

Hearing that, Alfred smacked his son’s head lightly. “Silly boy!”

He didn’t forget to give Henry a dark look. He can trick the rest but not me. He must’ve remembered something.

Recognizing the couple was having a bit of fun, Alfred chose not to divulge the truth.

Seated next to Melora, he spoke softly. “I’ve been quite busy lately and only managed to visit when I had a spare half-day. I’ll have to catch a flight later, though.”

If he failed to catch the flight, he would have to take the car back.

Melora said nothing.

A few months ago, he had started preparations for their new home. During that time, she had felt that things were finally improving and had even considered agreeing to marry him. However, he was often busy with work, causing her to wait endlessly. Thus, she gradually lost trust in him.

Alfred knew that well, but as they weren’t alone, he couldn’t explain himself.

The meal was a lively affair. Alfred couldn’t help but feel jealous as he watched Henry assist Crystal with the dishes. He envied their seemingly complete family. Despite the obstacles they had faced, they had managed to stay together.

He wished he could throw aside everything and be like them.

Loneliness and disappointment washed over him.

Berthold offered him some food. “Eat up, Daddy.”

Hearing that, Alfred felt his heart soften. He patted his son’s head before turning to his son’s mother,

Melora feigned ignorance.

She still had an advertisement shoot after the meal, so her assistant was already waiting in the car.

When she went to the bathroom, Alfred followed her inside.

He gazed at her gorgeous face through the mirror and asked, “Can’t you push the shoot back? It’s rare for us to get to meet each other.”

After reapplying her lipstick, Melora turned around and pushed him. “I’m going to be late!”

Alfred refused to let her leave.

Instead, he wrapped an arm around her waist and locked the door of the bathroom.

Melora wasn’t strong enough to push him away.

She leaned against the wall and looked up, her eyes vacant.

Gently, she said, “Alfred, you’re always occupied and busy with something or other. I don’t believe you even remember our son’s birthday. I understand that my job isn’t a priority to you, so you think I should accommodate your schedule. When you’re here, I need to reschedule my work. However, do you have any idea how many people I have to notify and how many favors I have to owe if I keep rearranging my commitments? You never think about that. You’ve always neglected my feelings!”

Perhaps she was too disappointed, for she revealed her thoughts without hesitation.

She had thought it through. Rather than waiting for Alfred, she would lead a fulfilling life.

Besides, she needed to speak up on behalf of Berthold, too.

Alfred’s gaze turned dark.

He couldn’t explain himself, but he could feel that the young lady who kept clinging to him in the past had grown up.

Alas, he would rather she remain innocent forever.

Melora felt sad as she didn’t want to fight with him.

Lowering her head, she mumbled, “I’m going. When are you leaving? If you have some free time, spend it with Berthold. He should be starting kindergarten at his age. You don’t realize how much he envies Skyler and Christopher.”

Alfred was upset to hear that.

He still refused to let her leave. Holding her shoulder with one hand, he used another hand to pull out a cigarette and lit it up.

After smoking half of it, he extinguished it and leaned closer to kiss her.

Alfred’s kiss was deep, but he merely kissed her without doing anything, filling her body with his scent.

Melora initially resisted his advances but soon caved in

Tears welled in her eyes.

Alfred released her, but he gently pressed his forehead against hers as he straightened out her clothes affectionately.

He was the reason she had to suffer.

The project would definitely be completed by the end of the year, but Alfred didn’t dare promise her anything as he was afraid of disappointing her again.

A long while later, he whispered, “Don’t let Berthold see you cry, or he’ll think I bullied you.”

Feeling aggrieved, Melora punched his shoulders a few times before she left the bathroom.

Alfred followed her outside and watched as she got into the car. Her assistant and another young man, likely from her studio, were also in the vehicle.

He observed them in silence.

Soon, the car drove away.

Upon returning to the mansion, Alfred found Henry seated on the living room couch. The rest of the household members were nowhere to be found.

He sat across from Henry and asked, “Do you remember everything now?”