Crystal’s One Night of Love novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194 Did Henry Teach You How To Play Golf 

The car rolled to a stop underneath her condominium. 

Pete insisted on heading upstairs, claiming he was too tired and wanted to spend the night here. 

Naturally, Crystal did not agree to it. 

Calmly, she said, “If you’re not willing to sleep at my mom’s place, you’re welcome to sleep on the streets.” 

Pete clenched his teeth in anger before bringing up another matter. “I have a share in that twenty million, don’t I? Don’t tell me you plan on keeping it all for yourself,” he snapped. 

Crystal pondered over it. “Mr. Zelcest gave me twenty million so I can keep an eye on you!” 

She wouldn’t give a cent to him. 

Hearing that, Pete chuckled aloud and hopped out of the car. Glaring at her, he huffed. “You… You..” 

Ignoring him, Crystal made her way upstairs. 

Pete wanted to continue reprimanding her, but as he stared at her back, he was suddenly at a loss for words. 

She looks really sad. Ha! I knew she still loves Miller. They love each other but put up an arrogant front. If I were in love with someone, I would certainly pursue them passionately in bed. That would resolve all conflicts. 

Pete got into his car. He initially wanted to have fun tonight but couldn’t stop thinking about how upset Crystal looked. 

F*ck! This is annoying. I’m not in the mood anymore. 

When Crystal arrived at her condominium, Snowy immediately came over to welcome her. 

It hadn’t seen Crystal for the entire day and acted all clingy. 

Crystal took the dog downstairs for a walk. After around thirty minutes, she couldn’t shake off her uneasiness. She found a bench and sat down, deciding to call Madison to alleviate her concerns. 

It took Madison a while to answer the call. Her voice was hoarse, and it sounded like she had cried. 

Crystal suggested softly, “Why don’t I keep you company these few days?” 

Madison shook her head. “I’m fine, Crystal. You should concentrate on your work. You’ve worked hard to achieve your current position, so don’t worry about me. I have confidence in your abilities, and I’ve invested some of my savings, so I need you to do a great job.” 

Hearing that, Crystal knew she wasn’t in the place to ask more questions. She merely reminded Madison, “If you need money, let me know.” 

Although Charles was financially well-off, they were not officially in a relationship. Crystal didn’t want Madison to compromise her pride by seeking his assistance. Hearing Crystal’s words, Madison fought. back the urge to burst into tears, maintaining a façade of composure as she replied, “I’m fine, Crystal. If I need help, I’ll be sure to reach out to you.” 

She hastily ended the call. 

In the small condominium, Charles was standing across from her. 

He was on the verge of losing his temper as he demanded, “This is my child, right? What right do you have to decide not to want it? Do I not love you enough? I even brought you to attend Ritchie’s wedding. What is going on in your mind? Why do you want to abort the baby? Are you planning on reconciling with Zachary?” 

Tears streamed down Madison’s cheeks as she wailed, “Why would I get back together with him?” 

Charles kicked a chair, overturning it, 

Glaring at her, he demanded, “You’re afraid of affecting my reputation, aren’t you, Madison? Well, let me make it clear that the moment I chose to be intimate with you, I was prepared to go all out. It was all Zachary’s fault! Is there anything wrong with us being in love? If he hadn’t gone back on his word, we would have been married by now. Your hesitation stems from the fear that I won’t marry you, isn’t it? Well, let me assure you that you are the only person I will ever marry in this lifetime!” 

His words only made her cry even harder. 

Charles felt a strong desire to continue speaking, but his eyes reddened. Instead, he pulled her into a tender embrace. “Please don’t cry. I promise you, I’ll be by your side no matter what happens. You must give birth to the baby. I worked hard for it, so you can’t just abort it.” 

Madison couldn’t stop sobbing. 

A week later, Pete sauntered into Crystal’s office. 

Crystal tossed a stack of files to him. “Take a look at this.” 

Pete flipped the files open, looking disinterested. 

He was fortunate enough to be born into a wealthy family, so his interests primarily revolved around women and cars. The world of business held no allure for him. If his aim hadn’t been to deliberately provoke Henry, he would have made his escape long ago, 

Crystal was unfazed by his attitude. 

She told him, “Considering that our music center caters to high-end customers, I have a plan to allocate a dedicated area for hosting auto shows. You will be responsible for managing this. However, since we are a new establishment, there is a chance that potential collaborators may not be interested in partnering with 

us.” 

Pete tossed the file away. 

He was chewing on gum as he mocked, “You told me to sell coffee back then, and now you want me to sell cars. Are you planning on asking me to sell my body in the future?” 

Crystal responded, “Do you think you can do a good job? Look how hot-tempered you are.” 

Pete sprang up from his seat, determined to demonstrate his ability. 

Crystal ignored him. 

Pete spoke sheepishly. “I can’t believe you’re still fixated on Miller even after a whole week. If you experience what I have to offer, you’ll forget about him in an instant. After all, he’s getting older, and who knows if he can still perform!” 

Crystal replied coldly, “Read all the files. I’ll bring you to socialize tomorrow. You can play golf, right?” 

Pete merely shook his legs. 

Crystal told him, “If you don’t, learn how to play it now!” 

Pete slumped his shoulders. “Only elderly people play golf. I’m still young!” 

The following day, Crystal brought Pete to the golf course. 

They were meeting Colton Thatcher, the local BMW distributor. 

Middle-aged men like him loved playing golf and drinking liquor. 

Crystal decided to bring Pete along to play golf with Colton, and the latter found himself rather impressed. by her. However, he couldn’t shake off his reservations regarding the project because he knew Pete was Edward’s son from Hulcaster, and Pete didn’t appear to be a reliable individual. 

Waving his golf club, Colton chuckled and commented, “Miss Winters, you play golf well. A professional must’ve given you tips, right?”