Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 376 Waking From Heartache 2 

Crystal could barely stand it.

She cleared her throat and whispered, “I thought you were going to come in the afternoon.”

Henry walked over to the bed, and Julia moved aside to let him take her place.

He gently touched Crystal’s face and said without reservation, “I couldn’t wait, so I had the doctor give m an injection to come here. Crystal…”

As he held her face with one hand, she could feel the warmth emanating from his palm.

Crystal met his eyes.

They had been through the same dream, and both were now looking at each other in a new light. There were many things they wanted to share, but the room was too crowded for a private conversation. Furthermore, Skyler was watching them with wide eyes on the bed.

Still, Henry did not care about that.

So what if his parents and children were watching them?

He wanted to kiss her.

Thus, he leaned over and did exactly that. Crystal was startled and instinctively resisted.

However, Henry grabbed her hand and deepened the kiss.

Finally, David reacted.

Are young people so straightforward nowadays?

With a tomato-red face, he got his wife and the children away, including Skyler. In no time, the ward was much emptier.

After a long kiss, Henry buried his face in the crook of her neck.

He muttered, “Has the doctor come to see you? How’s the baby?”

“The baby’s fine.”

When Crystal touched his arm, she noticed that he had lost some muscles. Then, her hand wandered toward his neck and chest. Henry grabbed her hand and hoarsely said, “Even if you want it, I don’t have the energy.”

Crystal’s thin finger tapped his lips.

This man clearly loved her, but he was always teasing her.

Their eyes met.

Finally, Henry said, “Crystal, I missed you.”

For the past seven days, waiting for her to wake from her coma had been tormenting for him.

Crystal was not unaware of that.

He had lost much weight, and that caused her heart to ache. Yet, she could not bring herself to say those cheesy words. All she remembered was how the man had pulled her up from the abyss, paying a costly price for his action in the process.

Crystal slowly pulled him onto the bed.

She choked out, “Henry, take care of yourself. Once we’ve recovered, let’s go to the condominium.”

He agreed to that.

Then, with their heads pressed together, they rested.

During lunchtime, Henry could not ignore the pain in his legs anymore, and the doctor gave emergency treatment. After that, he was instructed to use a wheelchair for at least half a month.

Crystal was slowly recovering, and the baby in her was exceptionally strong.

One afternoon, Crystal stood before Henry, letting him touch her enlarged belly. She suddenly asked, “Are we really calling her Aurora?”

Henry chuckled. “Do you not like it?”

“It’s a good name, but it resembles Audrey’s name…

Once those words were out of Crystal’s mouth, she stared at him.

There was no one else in the ward, so Henry was bold. He pulled her onto his lap and reached under her shirt to touch her pregnant belly. Then, he took his time saying. “That’s history, Mrs. Miller. Are you still jealous?”

Leaning close to her, he teased, “I nearly handed my life over to you, so do I still need to show you how faithful I am to you?”

Aurora…

Crystal was Henry’s, and no one could change that.

Soon, Henry was no longer just touching her belly.

Crystal could feel his hand wander.

She could not help but think about how the twenty-year-old her in the dream had done it with him. Though it was just a dream, she could still remember how it was.

Face turning red, Crystal grabbed his hand and said, “Control yourself.”

Henry truly wanted it.

However, it was not convenient to do the full physical activity with her current condition and with his legs. Still, they could resort to other means.

He coaxed her to pull apart her hospital gown.

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Crystal did not let him touch her. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, she whispered, “I look better when I was twenty, right?”

Everything was peaceful now, so Henry was in the mood to tease.

Furthermore, he could not help but reminisce about the few times they had slept together in the shared dream.

As he leaned by her ear, he said, “How can the twenty-year-old compare to Miss Winters, the CEO? She’s just a naive girl; she isn’t the perfect match for me.”

Crystal had long learned about Henry’s shamelessness.

Ignoring the state of her clothes, she leaned into his arms, slowly exploring his body. He was indeed much thinner, and that hurt her.

In the end, with a bright blush on her face, she carefully undid his belt.

“Crystal,” Henry called out hoarsely.

Pressing close to his ear, she whispered, “Don’t speak, Henry. I want to be nice to you.”

They were a married couple.

He had a high libido, so she was going to go along with it.

As long as it was something he liked, she would do it.

A passionate session ensued in the ward.

It lasted for more than an hour, and at the end of it, Crystal grumbled about his greed.

In the restroom, Henry hugged her from behind and gently asked, “Is the baby fine?”

Crystal blushed.

They had not done the full deed, but she had still thoroughly enjoyed herself. Surely, the baby had to have felt it too.

Even if no answer came from her, Henry knew what she thought.

As he placed his palm on her belly, he chuckled. “She’s a princess indeed.”

Crystal stopped him from saying anything else as she instructed him to sit in the wheelchair. “The doctor told you that it’s best for you to use a wheelchair so that you can recover faster.”

Alas, Henry was unfazed by that.

At half past two, Henry watched over Crystal while she took an afternoon nap.

A bodyguard entered to say, “Mr. Miller, there are a few people from the film crew who want to meet Miss Winters.”

Henry wanted to dismiss them and postpone the meeting, but Crystal woke up and flashed the bodyguard a smile. “Let them come in.”

The bodyguard went back out to carry out her instruction.

Henry brushed Crystal’s hair and said, “Why are you meeting them when you’re supposed to rest?”

In a tender voice, Crystal answered, “I know that you want me to rest well, but since they’re already here. it’d be rude to turn them away. Besides, was the chandelier falling really just an accident?”

Gently shaking her head, she went on to say, “I don’t believe it, Henry.”

Henry was moved. He squished her cheek and said nothing else.

Right then, several people entered the ward-Ingrid, Saige, the film crew’s director, and a few rookies.

Crystal was baffled. Where’s Sylvester?

However, there were too many people around, so she did not voice her confusion.

Ingrid was closer to her than the others, so after putting down the fruit basket, she sat by the side of the bed and grabbed Crystal’s hand. “You were lucky! In contrast, Sylvester wasn’t…”

Crystal frowned. “What happened to Sylvester?”

She had been hit on the head and had suffered from a mild concussion, so she had forgotten most of what happened at that time.

The only thing she recalled was Henry calling out for her continuously.

Henry glanced at Ingrid.

Ingrid’s heart lurched as she realized that she had let slip a secret. Clearly, Henry did not want Crystal to learn about this.

Hence, she started stammering.

Crystal gazed at Henry and figured out the situation, but she did not press on.

As she had yet to fully recover from the ordeal, the visitors did not stay for long.

The ward finally fell silent.

Crystal walked over to the tall window to look outside. A beat later, she asked, “What happened to Sylvester?”

Right then, Jamie entered.

Henry closed his laptop and signaled her to stay outside for a while.

Once the door closed, he stood up to hold Crystal’s shoulders from the back, muttering. “He was disfigured when he was saving you. I’ve hired the best specialists from overseas, and he has already done. his first operation.”

Sylvester’s injuries were severe, and he had to undergo at least five to six surgeries.

Furthermore, there was no guarantee that he could regain his initial appearance.

Crystal was greatly saddened by the news.

A long while later, she said, “The locket that Robert gave shattered too, right?”

The locket… Sylvester…

Crystal’s heart ached as she thought about the man who had passed. In her dream, Robert had a different life, but in reality, he was gone.

Crystal was in no rush to visit Sylvester.

The young pretty boy would certainly want to maintain his pride-he would not want anyone else to see his gauze-covered face.

However, Crystal wanted to visit Robert.

A day before her discharge, Crystal took the opportunity when Henry was not around to ask the bodyguard to arrange for transportation, telling him that she wanted to take a trip out.

The bodyguard hesitantly said, “I’ll have to consult Mr. Miller about this.”

Crystal did not stop him.

After the call, the bodyguard relayed the message to Crystal. “Mr. Miller asks you to not stay out for too long because it’ll be snowing in the afternoon again.”

A small smile grew on Crystal’s lips.

She then asked Edith to buy a bouquet of flowers before dressing herself in all black.

This was her first time going to Robert’s grave.

When she came out of the car, the sky was gloomy, as though it was going to snow anytime.

As Crystal was wearing a loose jacket, her distended belly could barely be seen.

She ambled toward Robert’s grave, only to find a thin figure standing before the tombstone. When she moved closer, she realized it was Clementine.

Crystal could deduce the one behind her accident.

However, if Henry had yet to take any action against Clementine, it had to be because he still did not have the evidence.

A few steps away from Clementine, Crystal stopped to watch her.

Crystal had come with four bodyguards and one assistant, so naturally, Clementine noticed her. Mockery lacing her words, Clementine said, “Mrs. Miller, what a grand entourage you have!”

Crystal let out a nonchalant laugh.

The four bodyguards then stepped forward to pull Clementine aside.

Crystal walked over to the grave and stared at Robert’s photo-it was one taken when he was younger, and she bad been the one to take it for him.

It was likely what he wanted.

The gloomy sky resembled her somber mood. She hunched over to trace her finger across his photo, muttering, “Why did you have to tell Sylvester those things? Robert, let bygones be bygones. Why couldn’t you let go?”

If he could, he would not have passed away at such a young age.

All life came to an end eventually. Crystal did not blame herself for his death; she merely felt sad.

Robert was born into a good family. He had both the looks and the capability, and he should have lived a glorious life. Yet, his end had been abrupt and terrible.

“Robert, at this point, I can’t even tell who hurt who.”

Crystal’s heart clenched.

At the side, Clementine hysterically screamed, “You killed him, Crystal! Stop trying to pretend that you’re a saint!”

Crystal lowered her gaze and chuckled. “Is that so?”

She then slowly turned around to look at Clementine. “What about you? What did you do?”

A wave of guilt struck Clementine.

On that rainy day, to keep Robert by her side, she had given him something that would make him drowsy.

Yet, ultimately, he still put on his clothes and left the hotel.

On his way to Crystal’s place, he ended up in that fatal traffic accident.