Crystal’s One Night of Love novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340

Charles didn’t hesitate and immediately vented, “Ive already picked out my outht, but Madison won’t let me wear it. She insists on keeping a low profile since it’s her second marriage. But what about me? It’s my first marriage! I want to show off, especially since I heard that scoundrel Zachary will be there. He even sponsored two million for the event! Henry, your wife collaborated with a b*stard, and he has now made at comeback. Remember to tell Crystal that’s she not being fair about this.” 

Charles said a lot. 

Henry said gloomily, “Even Zachary was invited, but no one extended an invitation to me.” 

Charles’ lips parted in surprise. 

Realizing he had misspoken, he was about to say hello to Crystal when Madison abruptly ended the call. 

Henry tossed the phone aside and glared at Crystal, clearly displeased. “Her ex-husband and current. husband will both be there. Both of her husbands are attending the event, but you won’t even bring me, your only husband?” 

Crystal knew that she would have to bring him to the event. 

She joked, “Well, I’m bringing two husbands as well!” 

li was rare for her to joke. She was referring to the past him and the current him. 

Realization dawned on Henry, and he became furious. He pressed her onto the bed and kissed her passionately, only stopping when their desires were inflamed. He said in a low, warning tone, “Crystal, don’t deliberately provoke me!” 

He was peeved. 

After the kiss, beads of sweat could be seen on Crystal’s forehead. 

She delicately traced the corners of his eyes, where wrinkles had formed, giving him a mature and appealing look. 

She said softly, “Henry, I’m not interested in cheating. 

For a moment, an awkward silence filled the air.. 

Henry knew what she was insinuating. She wasn’t interested in him, let alone other men. 

He said nothing and embraced her. 

After lying still for a long time, he whispered, “We’ll be fine.” 

Late at night, Crystal fell asleep. 

Henry rose from the bed, but instead of heading to the bathroom, he put on his shirt and proceeded to the study. On the desk, there was a business card for a renowned hypnosis expert. 

It was said that there were no memories he couldn’t unlock. 

However, the process would be agonizing. 

The following morning, Crystal woke up to find a white rose beside her pillow. 

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When she sat up, she discovered with a start that it was already ten. This surprised her, as she rarely slept. so soundly. 

Downstairs, the housekeeper informed her, “Mr. Miller has sent Skyler to the kindergarten early this morning. Mrs. Miller took Remi with her as well.” 

Crystal nodded. 

After returning to her room and washing up, she couldn’t stop herself from calling Henry. 

At that moment, Henry was in the clinic. 

Lying in a white recliner, he held the phone and replied in a gentle tone, “You were sleeping so peacefully this morning that I didn’t want to disturb you. Since the kids aren’t around, why don’t you take some time. to do something you enjoy?” 

Crystal hummed in response and ended the call. 

Henry felt a little disappointed. Crystal didn’t seem to think of him often. 

For instance, she had free time today, but she wouldn’t consider visiting him. 

Even enjoying an afternoon nap together for one hour would be sweet, but Crystal would never think of that. She only thought of him as his family, a handsome and patient husband. 

Right then, the hypnotist and his assistant came in. They were both foreigners. 

The assistant dimmed the lights and said gently, “Mr. Miller, we’ll begin the session now. If you feel uncomfortable, please let us know at once. 

Henry nodded and closed his eyes. 

The hypnotist began to guide him into a deep state of hypnosis. His skills were undeniable. Soon, a myriad of scenes began to swirl within Henry’s mind. 

It was raining on the golf course. 

In the gold Bentley Continental, he kissed Crystal, who went weak in his arms. 

At the hospital, she dropped the diamond ring, which fell to the ground with a cling. 

“How many times have you had sex with him?” 

“Henry, why don’t you tell me what it means to be a good sport, then?” 

“No, I don’t want it. I don’t want it anymore.” 

“Crystal, don’t give up on me!” 

Countless fragments of memories floated about, yet they refused to come together. He was in agony. His head was throbbing. It was unbearable, and he struggled to hold on. 

But there was something holding him up, preventing him from waking up entirely. 

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He saw Crystal’s tears. 

She sat huddled in a corner, weeping bitterly. He wished he could tell her to stop crying, but he couldn’t speak at all. 

Henry was drenched in sweat, his grip on the chair handles so tight that veins were starting to bulge. 

“Mr. Miller? Mr. Miller!”