Crystal’s One Night of Love novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88 Feeling Ashamed

It was three in the morning when Henry returned to his condominium.

When he opened the door, a warm yellow light spilled out from the bedroom, lending a touch of warmth to the cold and luxurious decor.

Since Crystal had been sleeping lightly, she was awakened when he walked into the bedroom. She sat up against the headboard and uttered groggily, “Do you want supper?”

“It’s too late for that. I’m going to take a shower,” he replied.

Didn’t he shower before he left? Is he…

As he leaned in to kiss her, Henry noticed the clarity in her eyes. “What are you thinking? Do you really think I have the energy to seek others when you have captivated my soul?”

When Crystal heard that, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. She decided not to probe further.

Henry undressed and made his way to the bathroom, casually tossing his white shirt onto the floor. Crystal instinctively picked it up and placed it in the laundry basket. She planned to hand-wash it the next day.

However, as she examined the shirt, her expression froze.

It was stained with blood, and a faint metallic scent hung in the air.

She turned to look at the bathroom, a look of concern creasing her brows.

Did Henry go out so late in the night to fight someone?

Her mind immediately connected the dots between Robert’s earlier outburst and Henry’s late-night departure. She guessed that his opponent must have been Robert.

After carefully placing the shirt aside, Crystal settled back on the bed.

Soon after, Henry emerged from the bathroom, clad in a black bathrobe and still damp from his shower.

He approached Crystal from behind and began to explore her body with a deliberate and sensual touch. With his hand supporting her head, he passionately kissed her. Despite the discomfort in her neck, Crystal, who felt a sense of guilt, yielded to his desires.

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As their desires grew stronger, Henry pinned Crystal beneath him, his gaze piercing and intense.

When Crystal woke up the next morning, she found herself alone in bed; a single long- stemmed white rose lay beside her pillow, its petals adorned with glistening dew.

A sense of delight filled her as she picked up the flower and inhaled its fragrance. She rolled around on the bed with a contented smile.

Crystal’s face flushed as she recalled their passionate activities from the previous night.

Although it was her first time and she had no previous experiences with other men, she instinctively sensed that Henry was skilled in that aspect and had a greater appetite than most men. After engaging in two rounds of intimacy last night, she was surprised that he didn’t even need rest and wanted to continue further.

As a mature woman, Crystal didn’t view being intimate with a man as a burden.

On the contrary, she thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

Just then, a faint sound came from outside, followed by a knock on the door. The housekeeper said joyfully, “Miss Winters, Mr. Miller has sent you a gift. Please get up and have a look.”

Crystal gently bit her lip.

A gift from Henry?