Crystal’s One Night of Love novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380 Sweet Love 

It was late at night, and the mansion was silent. 

Henry unbuttoned his clothes as he slowly walked up the stairs. The housekeepers were already asleep and only left one light switched on. 

In the bedroom on the east side of the second floor, he gently pushed the door open and was greeted by a warm and inviting glow. 

Crystal wasn’t asleep yet. Clad in thick pajamas, she was reading a script on the couch. 

Henry gently closed the door. 

“Are the kids asleep? Did they drink something warm before going to bed?” 

Crystal put her script away and raised her head to look at him. 

Henry approached her, intending to give her a kiss, but thought better of it. “Let me take a shower first,” he said in a low voice. 

Crystal wanted to get up to prepare supper for him, but he stopped her from doing so. 

“Stay here. I’ll cook some spaghetti myself later.” 

With that, he went to take a shower.. 

After taking a shower, he sensed that the somber scent he had picked up from the rented house had dissipated somewhat. Feeling improved, he joined Crystal and settled beside her, sharing a tender embrace for a brief while. 

As he had taken a shower, he was clad in trousers and a clean shirt. 

Crystal knew him well enough. He would tense up whenever his thoughts were occupied. 

She leaned on his shoulders and asked, “What happened?” 

“It’s nothing,” Henry responded as he touched her cheek gently. 

Henry proceeded downstairs to prepare some spaghetti and brought a plate back upstairs for Crystal. However, she wasn’t particularly hungry as she had indulged in some nutritious broth earlier and was also conscious of maintaining her figure. Despite her pregnancy, she couldn’t eat as freely as she wished. 

Henry knew her well. 

He felt better as he ate the plate of spaghetti beside her. 

Crystal kept him company, observing his face under the lights. He would turn thirty-six after the New Year. Despite his age, he only bore a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, adding a touch of maturity to his appearance. 

Crystal reached out to touch the corner of his eyes gently. 

Henry paused briefly before he resumed eating his spaghetti. “Do you want to do it again? We just did it once in the evening 

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As he spoke, he caressed her bulging belly. 

Crystal’s face burned, and her heart pounded wildly. 

Though she initially intended to push him away, when her hand met his warm palm, she found herself unable to carry out her plan. Softly, she uttered, “Please, stop.” 

Henry chuckled before finishing his spaghetti. 

He cleared the mess before bringing Crystal to the couch, allowing her to lean against him while he gently combed her hair with his fingers. 

It was a pleasant and comforting moment for both of them, and Crystal felt at ease. 

Leaning against his shoulder, she whispered, “Henry, you’ve changed a lot!” 

“In what way?” 

“For example, you wouldn’t have eaten spaghetti here at the coffee table. You used to be pretty particular.” 

Henry patted her cheek and flashed an affectionate smile. 

Crystal buried her face in his chest, and after a prolonged silence, she mumbled, “Can you tell me now what happened?” 

Henry hadn’t initially intended to divulge details about the dark events, but he knew they were connected, to her. 

After a brief consideration, he decided to be honest with her. “Crystal, I have a suspicion that the incident) with the chandelier falling from the ceiling was not a coincidence. It appears someone had orchestrated it he revealed. 

“Do you suspect Clementine?” Crystal asked as she sat up. 

Her coffee-colored hair was a little messy. Using her fingers, she began to comb her hair in an alluring 

manner. 

They were talking about something serious, but Henry spaced out. 

He appeared amused. “They say women become denser during pregnancy. Why did you become smarter, though? I guess my IQ must’ve balanced it out,” he quipped, then reached out to gently pat her belly. 

Crystal was both embarrassed and furious. “We’re talking about something serious here!” 

Henry collected himself and said, “I think Clementine bribed the technician, but that person died this evening. He was killed in the middle of having sex.” 

Despite having braced herself, Crystal felt a chill go down her spine when she heard that. 

Frowning slightly, she responded, “Clementine is slender. Even if the man weren’t on his guard, killing him so effortlessly wouldn’t be easy. She must have other tricks up her sleeve.” 

Henry’s gaze lit up, for their line of thought coincided. 

He found pleasure in the way their thoughts seemed to align without the need for spoken words. 

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Crystal was about to speak when Henry’s phone rang. 

He glanced at the screen and realized it was the private investigator. Without hesitation, he answered the call in Crystal’s presence. The private investigator immediately reported in a low voice, “The prosecutor has updates. They discovered a drug in that man’s stomach, which could’ve caused his death. Otherwise, it’s highly unlikely that an adult man could be overpowered by a woman.” 

Henry ended the call. 

He glanced at Crystal, who seemed to be in deep thought. 

“A penny for your thoughts!” Henry pinched her cheek lightly. 

Hearing that, Crystal fixed her gaze on him and told him, “I was thinking if Robert’s accident wasn’t a coincidence. Could Clementine have orchestrated that as well?” 

Henry’s gaze intensified slightly, but he remained silent. 

Crystal couldn’t stand it and asked, “Why are you staring at me like this?” 

“Because you’re beautiful!” Henry chuckled softly. “Are you not worried that I’ll get jealous?” 

Crystal leaned into his arms. 

He gently placed his hand on her belly. It felt warm due to the falling snow outside. Crystal found solace in not having to worry about anything and entrusting everything to Henry. 

She said gently, “I’m pregnant with your child. Why would you get jealous?” 

Henry merely chuckled in response. 

He rested his chin on her head and confessed, “When I reminisce about the foolish things I did in the past. I sometimes worry that you might not want me anymore.” 

Crystal responded with a soft chuckle. 

Feeling drowsy, she murmured, “Miss Hopper called earlier today to inform me that Sylvester is going in for his second surgery. I’d like to visit him, Henry.” 

Henry didn’t say no. 

Sylvester might be in love with Crystal, but he had indeed saved Crystal’s life. 

He wanted to accompany her there, but she said gently, “It’s not necessary. I know you’re busy. Edith can stay with me, and I have the bodyguards here.” 

Crystal was already an adult, so Henry couldn’t keep her locked up at home just because of the accident. 

He agreed readily. 

The following morning, Crystal invited Ingrid to visit Sylvester together. 

Seeing Crystal in better spirits, Ingrid spoke cheerfully. “Sylvester’s face might have been injured, but Mr. Miller hired a foreign doctor to treat him. They say his face can be restored to about seventy to eighty 

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Crystal said nothing. 

While his face could potentially be restored to eighty percent, it would still be challenging for him to resume his career as an actor. 

Ingrid offered her a reassuring pat and said, “His dream wasn’t actually to become an actor.” 

Crystal forced out a smile.. 

Edith opened the door for them, and upon entering, they immediately spotted Clementine in the ward. 

Clementine possessed excellent social skills and had already won over Sylvester’s mother. His mother appeared worried and continuously wiped away her tears. It was clear that both women empathized with each other. 

Ingrid frowned and whispered in Crystal’s ear, “I think she has an ulterior motive!” 

Naturally, Crystal knew that well. 

She speculated that Clementine was aware of her arrival and had come early to unsettle her. Crystal didn’t have any objections to Clementine contacting the Sloan family, but she considered Clementine to be a risky individual. 

Crystal gazed downward and resolved to take action. 

She gestured for Ingrid to come over and whispered something in her ear. 

Hearing that, Ingrid burst out laughing and teased, “I can’t believe you came out with that. No wonder you’re able to keep a leash on Mr. Miller!” 

Crystal merely smiled in response. 

As she seemed indifferent, Clementine put her guard down. 

Yes, it was me who harmed Crystal and Sylvester. So what? Crystal doesn’t know anything, and Sylvester’s mother is foolish enough to tell me about their family’s private affairs. She trusts me. 

Sylvester’s mother was a respectable woman, but the fact that her son had been injured while trying to save Crystal left her feeling somewhat uncomfortable. 

The atmosphere was awkward. After exchanging pleasantries with her, Crystal approached the bed to talk to Sylvester. It was Sylvester’s first time seeing her since the accident, and he had mixed emotions. He was glad that she was there, but he also harbored resentment toward her for taking so long to visit him. 

As he was in love with her, Crystal knew she had to set boundaries. 

Edith opened a lunch box, and a delicious smell wafted out. 

Crystal cheerfully informed him, “You don’t need fruits and supplements right now, so I’ve prepared savory oatmeal for you. The kids really enjoy it, especially Skyler.” 

Despite her warm tone, she subtly conveyed her maternal role. 

Beside them. Chelsea’s expression relaxed. “Thank you, Crystal.” 

Crystal made way for her. “Why don’t you feed him. Mrs. Sloan?” 

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Sylvester had been eating very little lately, which concerned Chelsea. She approached him and started feeding him. While he savored the food, she commented, “This oatmeal looks quite tasty. I think if I can cook like this, Sylvester will start gaining weight soon.” 

Crystal’s lips curved. “I can cook it every day and ask my driver to deliver it to him.” 

Chelsea felt a bit embarrassed and swiftly added that it was too much trouble for Crystal. 

After all, Crystal was still pregnant, and Chelsea knew that Crystal came from a well-off family. She thought it was fine to cook for Sylvester a few times out of gratitude, but she didn’t want Crystal to feel like their housekeeper. 

Crystal didn’t insist. 

She cast a glance at Sylvester, whose face was concealed by bandages, leaving only his eyes visible. He appeared more subdued than his usual self and didn’t seem inclined to engage in conversation. 

Before Crystal left, he said softly, “I didn’t regret my actions!” 

Crystal halted beside the door as sadness washed over her. 

It was a source of stress to be the recipient of affection but unable to reciprocate, particularly when the person in question was a young man like Sylvester, Robert’s nephew. 

In the end, she sighed aloud. “I’ll visit you a few days later!” 

After she left, Clementine went after her. 

However, Ingrid stayed behind. 

She blinked before taking a seat beside Sylvester’s bed. Being a bold and sociable person, she didn’t see the need to mince words. “That’s enough. You were looking forward to her visit, weren’t you? Why didn’t you speak to her while she was here? Let me make something clear. Even if Crystal gets a divorce, she’ll never be with you. After all, she had a history with your uncle” 

Sylvester knew that well. 

He responded softly, “That wasn’t what I meant.” 

Chelsea said gratefully, “I feel much better now that Crystal has visited Sylvester. Henry may have offered us a lot of compensation, but you understand Sylvester’s feelings.” 

She sighed before adding, “Miss Dynah was really helpful, too.” 

She finally got to the point. 

Ingrid couldn’t help but cover her lips and giggle. “Miss Dynah is a lovely woman. She’s single and used to chase after Sylvester enthusiastically. I believe there’s a chance they might end up together, despite the age difference.” 

Hearing that, Chelsea froze in her tracks. 

Clementine used to pursue Sylvester? 

Refusing to believe it, she asked, “Is that true?” 

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