Crystal’s One Night of Love novel Chapter 367

Chapter 367 Familiar 

Melora asked indignantly, “What’s in it for me?” 

Henry patted her on the head gently. 

What’s in it for you? You get to get together with Alfred, get married, and give birth to Berthold! 

Melora huffed, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. You’re using me as bait because I’m a girl! Then, when she arrives, you’re just going to chase me away, right?” 

Yes, you’re right. 

Henry didn’t deny anything and simply straightened his tie with his long, graceful fingers. 

He looked as elegant as ever. 

Melora smirked as she called the number. I guess not everybody falls for my brother’s charm. 

She had already heard that her brother was pursuing a girl called Crystal. 

She was a high-achieving student from the Department of Music, and she was known for being an excellent pianist. 

Melora had seen some pictures of her before. She was definitely an attractive girl, and Melora wasn’t surprised her brother liked her. 

The call went through, and Crystal, upon answering, immediately rejected, “Mr. Miller, I told you that I don’t want to accept the invitation.” 

Melora turned 

round to look at Henry. 

He patted her on the head gently. 

Like a social butterfly, she started, “I’m Melora… Yeah, I’m Mr. Miller’s sister! You can just call me Melora.. To be honest, I was the one who invited you. I really like the piano as well. Could you please come? If transportation is a problem. I can come and pick you up.” 

Crystal wondered, Melora? Isn’t she being way too friendly to someone she’s never met? 

Melora knew just how to pull at a person’s heartstrings. After she said a few sweet words, Crystal began to give in. 

In the end, Melora had even managed to wheedle out what time Crystal’s classes ended. 

Melora hung up and held onto Henry’s phone. “So, what’s my reward?” 

Henry took out his checkbook and wrote down a number. 

He wrote her a check for ten million and passed it to her. 

After that, he sent her a picture. “Here’s Mr. Lodge for you to keep. Print this out and stick it on your headboard or something. Keep him as your target.” 

Melora pouted. “I want to see Crystal!” 

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Henry didn’t want to bring a third wheel along, but he ended up bringing her anyway. 

Crystal seemed to enjoy Melora’s way of talking. 

At the Department of Music, Crystal had just finished class. It was already four in the afternoon and since she had no more classes left, she was planning to call a taxi and go home. 

A golden Bentley Continental was parked right outside the school gates, drawing a lot of attention due to its flashiness. 

Crystal didn’t spare it a second glance and crossed the road. However, the driver of the Bentley drove over and stopped right in front of Crystal. The car window was rolled down and an elegant, beautiful face appeared. “Get in, Crystal.” 

Crystal wasn’t used to the sudden invitation. 

Right then, Henry got out of the driver’s seat and helped her open the back door. “Come on and get in. I’m not allowed to park here.” 

Crystal was forced to get into the car. 

She had just sat down when Melora began talking her ear off. 

Since it was the first time they met, Crystal didn’t really know what to say to her. 

Things ended up getting slightly awkward. 

Henry could sense it, of course. When he stopped at the next red light, he kept one hand resting on the steering wheel and looked into the rearview mirror, meeting Crystal’s eyes. 

Her eyes were clear and had an innocent look in them. 

He had never seen her like that before. 

His heart began to beat faster and he smiled gently. 

He had a good temperament and was attractive as well. Just a gentle smile from him was enough to make Crystal blush. 

Melora noticed her red cheeks and silently approved of her brother’s charm. 

Half an hour later, they arrived at Henry’s condominium. By the time Henry parked his car, Melora had already brought Crystal upstairs with her arms wrapped around Crystal’s affectionately. 

When they opened the door, Crystal spotted a cerulean vase filled with a few white roses on the cabinet. next to the door. 

She glanced inside and saw the Baroque-style decorations and the Morning Dew piano. Her heart skipped. 

a beat. 

Why does everything look so familiar? It almost feels as though I lived here in my past life. All of these are my favorite. It’s my dream house. 

She caressed the vase gently, unable to pay attention to everything else around her. 

“Do you like it?” a man asked her from behind.