Crystal's One Night of Love

The luxurious room was dimly lit.

Melora lay on the soft bed, unable to move.

She could discern the faint scent of aftershave lingering on the pillow-the same brand that man always wore.

This was her third time getting kidnapped this month.

Every time, the man would kidnap her and blindfold her. He would use his necktie to bind her wrists, forcing her to sleep with him.

However, he never had sex with her.

He would only hug her to sleep at night and occasionally touch her.

A series of footsteps echoed at the door. The opposite side of the bed dipped, and gentle fingers made contact with her cheek.

She was a gorgeous woman.

His hands finally stopped roaming around her body as he gazed at her greedily.

Melora made no attempt to struggle or break free. The necktie serving as a blindfold gradually became damp from her tears. “Alfred, you’re getting married soon, aren’t you? Why do you kidnap me repeatedly like this? Do you consider me your mistress?”

The man was startled to realize that she knew his identity.

Melora was sobbing softly. Of course she knew it was him. She had recognized his distinctive scent instantly.

Perhaps he couldn’t bring himself to restrain her too tightly as she managed to wriggle free from the bonds that had tied her wrists together.

After removing the blindfold, she locked eyes with him.

was heaving.

at the man she had loved for years, Melora parted her lips and spoke with a quivering voice, “Mr. Lodge, I may not be clever, but you can’t continue deceiving me. Regardless of the

months ago, she got drunk, resulting in

for sex since he didn’t have a girlfriend. After all, they had a child together, and he had asked her to wait for him

had assumed that they would eventually

her world came crashing down when she read in the newspaper that he was getting married

would still

her tear-filled eyes, Alfred pulled out a cigarette and

that she only needed to wait for six more months, that the news of his

an abundance of time in

apple bobbed several

the end, he sighed

tenderly drew her close, but Melora didn’t want his

him, her eyes

she loved him very

of adoration and admiration, coupled

her head, Alfred spoke in a husky, tender voice, “I’ve prepared breakfast. Go wash your face. Leslie will arrange for someone to give you a ride home later.” His tone held a blend of a lover’s

from the bedroom, as though he was fleeing from something pursuing

stepping out of the bedroom, Alfred came to a stop

blood staining the pristine white

point where he was unable to spend the rest of his life with

a manly way to live

believed he could move on and had made the difficult decision to break up with Melora a few years ago. However, when they crossed paths once more, he was stunned to discover that Melora had given birth to his

beside the toilet

cry like this was unbecoming of her, but she couldn’t stop herself. After all, she would have to feign nonchalance once she returned home.

to be a good daughter and a good mother to Berthold again.

have