Crystal’s One Night of Love novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89 Morning Dew

She couldn’t wait to see it.

Crystal, with her brown long hair loose, ran outside barefoot.

Marie smiled. “Hurry up and put on your shoes, or Mr. Miller will be worried.”

However, Crystal couldn’t be bothered. She was astounded when she saw the piano before the floor-to-ceiling window.

The piano, a gift from Henry, was naturally extravagant, worth twenty million. It had an extraordinary history, coming from a royal household.

Rumor had it Ludweig Sutherbud had once played it.

The piano had a beautiful name, Morning Dew.

Crystal couldn’t help but caress the piano fondly.

A red rose was placed on the piano lid. Crystal suddenly recalled after Henry finished making love with her, he whispered beside her ear, “You are my morning dew.”

Her face turned slightly red. He’s so romantic!

Marie was also delighted to see Crystal’s reaction. She uttered cheerfully, “Miss Winters, why don’t you play a tune and let me listen too?”

Crystal hummed in response.

She sat down and lifted the piano lid. Placing her slender fingers on the black and white piano keys, she started playing the piece “Moonlight.”

Marie wasn’t artistic, but she thought Crystal played the piano very well, especially as the latter was dressed in a vintage lace robe with her waist-length brown hair hanging loose.

The scene of her seated before the piano resembled an exquisite oil painting.

Marie thought Henry was indeed a blessed man.

After playing a tune, Crystal stroked the warm piano keys, seemingly unable to keep her hands off the piano.

Her phone in the bedroom rang. Noticing it was a call from Henry, Marie tactfully excused

Crystal picked up the phone and answered the call.

“Have you received the gift?” Henry asked with a faint grin.

Evidently, Henry shared her sentiments. He uttered huskily, “The meeting is about to begin. We’ll talk again tonight.”

Crystal nodded obediently.

After hanging up the call, she couldn’t contain her urge to touch the piano again. At that moment, immersed in great joy, she hadn’t thought about how she would take this piano with her if she ever had to leave.

Her feelings were pure. She forgot that the form of extreme pampering was how a man of great status doted on their woman, cherishing when they still harbored interest, but would mercilessly withdraw themselves from the relationship once they became bored.

Ultimately, the one who would be abandoned and left overly invested in the relationship would be the spoiled woman.

Marie served breakfast and chirped, “Miss Winters, we’re having western-style breakfast today. I heard the workers who installed the piano mention the piano’s name is Ludweig Summerbird. Since it used to belong to a westerner, we should pair it with the westerner’s food.”

Crystal chuckled.

She touched the glossy black lacquer of the piano and muttered, “It’s Ludweig Sutherbud.”

MMarie laughed. “How foolish of me.”

Crystal returned to the bedroom to freshen up and change her clothes before coming out to have her breakfast. Marie handed a name card to her. “By the way, someone named Miss Leone dropped by early in the morning and left her card, saying she would like to invite you to delurich.”