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.

chest was heaving.

lips and spoke with a quivering voice, “Mr. Lodge, I may not be clever, but you can’t continue deceiving me.

she got drunk, resulting in a night of passion with

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

with joy, she had assumed that they would

down when she read in the newspaper that he was getting married

so, he would still

out a cigarette and lit it up

to tell her that she only needed to wait for six more

have an abundance of time in

Adam’s apple bobbed

end, he sighed softly. “I’m

tenderly drew her close, but Melora

eyes red with

knew she loved

love was a mixture of adoration and admiration, coupled with memories of their lovemaking sessions.

Go wash your face. Leslie will arrange for someone to give you a ride home later.” His tone

he was fleeing from something pursuing him or as if he feared

the bedroom, Alfred came

the wall, his blood staining the pristine

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

way

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 son. He had thought that two years would be. enough for him

squatting beside the toilet bowl, crying without a

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

a good daughter and a good mother to Berthold

she would have