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.

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 circumstances, I won’t accept

resulting in

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

with joy, she had assumed that

newspaper that he was getting married to

would still have

out a cigarette and lit

to tell her that she only needed to wait for six more months, that the news of his impending wedding was false.

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

Adam’s apple bobbed several times.

he sighed softly. “I’m sorry,

but

glared at him, her eyes red with anger and

knew she loved him

was a mixture of adoration and admiration, coupled with

patting 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

though he was fleeing from something pursuing him or as if he feared he might regret his actions the very next

came

blood staining the pristine white surface.

he was unable to spend the rest of

way to live

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

bathroom, Melora was squatting beside the toilet bowl,

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

good daughter and a good mother to

would have to be