Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 313 Alfred And Melora 1 

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

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.

ago, she got drunk, resulting in a night

to Barnwood, they would occasionally meet for sex since he didn’t have a girlfriend. After all, they had a child together, and he had asked

with joy, she had assumed that they would eventually

read in the newspaper that he was

would still

her tear-filled eyes, Alfred pulled out a cigarette

her that she only needed to wait for six more

a woman didn’t have an abundance of time in her youth to

bobbed several times.

the end, he sighed softly. “I’m

tenderly drew her close, but Melora didn’t

eyes red with

knew she loved him very

of adoration and admiration,

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

pursuing him or as if he feared he might regret his

stepping out of the bedroom, Alfred came to a stop in the

the wall, his blood staining

had imposed too many restraints on himself, to the point where he was unable to spend the rest of

manly way to live

was stunned to discover that Melora had

bathroom, Melora was squatting beside the toilet bowl,

her, but she couldn’t stop herself. After all,

good daughter and a good mother to Berthold

have to be a top model.

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