Melora asked indignantly, âWhatâs in it for me?â
Henry patted her on the head gently.
Whatâs in it for you? You get to get together with Alfred, get married, and give birth to Berthold!
Melora huffed, âDonât think I donât know what youâre up to. Youâre using me as bait because Iâm a girl! Then, when she arrives, youâre just going to chase me away, right?â
Yes, youâre right.
Henry didnât deny anything and simply straightened his tie with his long, graceful fingers.
He looked as elegant as ever.
Melora smirked as she called the number. I guess not everybody falls for my brotherâs charm.
She had already heard that her brother was pursuing a girl called Crystal.
She was a high-achieving student from the Department of Music, and she was known for being an excellent pianist.
Melora had seen some pictures of her before. She was definitely an attractive girl, and Melora wasnât surprised her brother liked her.
The call went through, and Crystal, upon answering, immediately rejected, âMr. Miller, I told you that I donât want to accept the invitation.â
Melora turned round to look at Henry.
He patted her on the head gently.
Like a social butterfly, she started, âIâm Melora... Yeah, Iâm Mr. Millerâs sister! You can just call me Melora.. To be honest, I was the one who invited you. I really like the piano as well. Could you please come? If transportation is a problem. I can come and pick you up.â
Crystal wondered, Melora? Isnât she being way too friendly to someone sheâs never met?
Melora knew just how to pull at a personâs heartstrings. After she said a few sweet words, Crystal began to give in.
In the end, Melora had even managed to wheedle out what time Crystalâs classes ended.
Melora hung up and held onto Henryâs phone. âSo, whatâs my reward?â
Henry took out his checkbook and wrote down a number.
He wrote her a check for ten million and passed it to her.
After that, he sent her a picture. âHereâs Mr. Lodge for you to keep. Print this out and stick it on your headboard or something.
Keep him as your target.â
Melora pouted. âI want to see Crystal!â
Henry didnât want to bring a third wheel along, but he ended up bringing her anyway.
Crystal seemed to enjoy Meloraâs way of talking.
At the Department of Music, Crystal had just finished class. It was already four in the afternoon and since she had no more classes left, she was planning to call a taxi and go home.
A golden Bentley Continental was parked right outside the school gates, drawing a lot of attention due to its flashiness.
Crystal didnât spare it a second glance and crossed the road. However, the driver of the Bentley drove over and stopped right in front of Crystal. The car window was rolled down and an elegant, beautiful face appeared. âGet in, Crystal.â
Crystal wasnât used to the sudden invitation.
Right then, Henry got out of the driverâs seat and helped her open the back door. âCome on and get in. Iâm not allowed to park here.â
Crystal was forced to get into the car.
She had just sat down when Melora began talking her ear off.
Since it was the first time they met, Crystal didnât really know what to say to her.
Things ended up getting slightly awkward.
Henry could sense it, of course. When he stopped at the next red light, he kept one hand resting on the steering wheel and looked into the rearview mirror, meeting Crystalâs eyes.
Her eyes were clear and had an innocent look in them.
He had never seen her like that before.
His heart began to beat faster and he smiled gently.
He had a good temperament and was attractive as well. Just a gentle smile from him was enough to make Crystal blush.
Melora noticed her red cheeks and silently approved of her brotherâs charm.
Half an hour later, they arrived at Henryâs condominium. By the time Henry parked his car, Melora had already brought Crystal upstairs with her arms wrapped around Crystalâs affectionately.
When they opened the door, Crystal spotted a cerulean vase filled with a few white roses on the cabinet. next to the door.
She glanced inside and saw the Baroque-style decorations and the Morning Dew piano. Her heart skipped. a beat.
Why does everything look so familiar? It almost feels as though I lived here in my past life. All of these are my favorite. Itâs my dream house.
She caressed the vase gently, unable to pay attention to everything else around her.
âDo you like it?â a man asked her from behind.
Crystal almost jumped in surprise.
She turned around to see Henry, whose handsome face was harder to read than usual.
His dark eyes were staring straight into her soul.
Crystal felt her legs become weak.
She had always been an honest person. She said straightforwardly, âI like the decorations here. It feels familiar for some reason.
Itâs almost as if Iâve seen it in a dream before.â
She looked a little bit confused, and Henry wanted nothing more than to pull her into his embrace. However, he knew it wasnât the time to do so yet.
He smiled gently. âIâm glad you like it.â
Crystal didnât dare to even glance at him.
She turned to Melora. âDidnât you say you wanted to look at the piano?â
Melora dragged her over while saying. âThis place used 10 look like a jail cell! It was all black and white and it was so boring to look at. Honestly, it didnât seem like a place any living person would enjoy. A few days ago, though, it suddenly started looking like this! In my opinion, heâs only doing it to win a girl over.
She spoke incessantly while the other two of them began to feel a weird romantic atmosphere growing in the room.
Crystal couldnât help but turn to look at Henry.