80. 28 Missed Calls

Chapter Eighty

As Henry sat on a plush crimson armchair, his eyes fixed on her, he couldn't help but feel an electric current of excitement coursing through his veins.

Crystal moved gracefully, like a delicate flower swaying in the breeze. The soft glow of candles cast a warm hue on her porcelain skin, illuminating the room and adding to the mystical atmosphere. With each step she took, the floorboards creaked beneath her, as if the room itself couldn't resist acknowledging her radiance.

As the music started to play, its soft melody filled the air, entwining with the sounds of her heels clicking rhythmically against the wooden floor. Her movements were a seamless symphony of elegance and seduction, and Henry was entranced.

Her eyes, a deep shade of emerald, held a magnetic pull that kept him fixed on her every sway and turn.

Her dress, a flowing gown of silk and lace, clung to her curves in all the right places, accentuating her feminine charm. With each gentle tug and twist, the ga
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