Babel Novel
Chapter 89
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.
Inexplicably, Crystal blushed, listening to his voice. She gently bit her lip and replied, “It’s too expensive.”
“I’m glad you like it. Do you like it, Crystal?”
She answered honestly, “Yes. I like it very much. Thank you, Henry.”
He fell silent for a long while. As she grew anxious, his hoarse voice sounded. “I’ll wait for your expression of gratitude tonight.”
Crystal was no longer an innocent girl, so she fathomed his intention.
Not only did he desire, but so did she.
However, she wasn’t bold enough to discuss that with him since she had just recently lost her virginity. Not to mention, Marie was also around.
She looked up at the floor-to-ceiling window and uttered softly, “Henry, I wish to change the decorations.”
She knew she was taking advantage of his affection, but girls her age should be spoiled by men. Besides, she could feel that request was within the limits of Henry’s tolerance.
As expected, he agreed.
Crystal was overjoyed. She felt it was a pity she wasn’t by his side at that instant because she would’ve kissed him if she were.
Evidently, Henry shared her sentiments. He uttered huskily, “The meeting is about to begin. We’ll talk again tonight.” Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
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.”