Chapter 87 His Regrets
Henry scoffed and said. “Let me tell you why.”
Standing amidst the night breeze, he radiated an aura of divine perfection with his lustrous hair and finely sculpted features.
He looked down at Robert disdainfully. “Are you regretting your actions? Have you only realized you love Crystal after losing her? You are responsible for your own decisions, Robert. For instance, you set up a trap for John and deliberately seduced Crystal. You had the chance to repent, but each time, you
chose power!”
Robert staggered to his feet, his face drained of color.
“It was you who gave up on her! You personally delivered her into my arms!”
Feeling infuriated by Henry’s incessant mockings, Robert’s lips and body started to tremble.
However, the former showed no signs of stopping. “Stop acting like you are a hopeless. romantic!”
Suddenly, Robert shifted his gaze and saw a faint row of hickeys adorning Henry’s neck. The closely spaced marks revealed the prolonged intimacy that had left its indelible impression.
He gulped at that sight.
I wonder how many times they’ve done it tonight?
Henry followed his gaze and glanced down.
Earlier that night, when they were in the throes of their passion, Crystal had sprawled against his shoulder. Overwhelmed by the sensations, she had nibbled on him. Even the very air seemed to be charged with their desire.
However, Henry, being a man of dignity, chose not to divulge the intimate details to Robert.
Although his relationship with Crystal was temporary, he didn’t look down on her. In fact, he liked her personality, culinary skills, and every aspect of her!
After putting out his cigarette, he turned to Robert and warned in a stern tone, “Everyone has a limit when it comes to patience. Consider yourself fortunate that Melora still holds you. Otherwise, your actions would have led you straight to a prison cell by affection for
now.”
bert
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