Crystal's One Night of Love

In the elevator, the bodyguards surrounded Alfred.

Melora was crammed in a corner of the elevator. She had just ingested three sleeping pills. and had her stomach washed, and just looking at her gave others the vibe that she was weak and delicate.

She forcefully squeezed toward Alfred.

Those ferocious-looking bodyguards stopped her, leaving her feeling aggrieved.

Seeing that, Leslie could not help but chuckle.

“Let her over!” Alfred uttered.

A path instantly formed before the man. Melora squeezed her way toward him and pulled a funny face at those bodyguards. It was quite an adorable sight.

Alfred could not help but think of the small milk bottle in her bag.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

Surprisingly, his tired body felt rejuvenated. Could it be that this young lady actually holds so much power? I feel so much more relaxed now!

Alfred’s hotel suite was exceedingly spacious. It was roughly about three hundred square meters in size.

There was even a small gym inside.

As he was busy, he called for lunch upon heading in. Without delay, Leslie went to make the necessary arrangements.

In less than thirty minutes, the chef brought in a table of delicious food. Busy looking. through documents, Alfred did not raise his head to see and merely muttered, “Girls nowadays love spicy food. You don’t mind, do you?”

Melora quickly shook her head. “No! No!”

How would I dare…

The three ate together. It was clear Leslie was Alfred’s confidant. He was attentive at setting the right mood and occasionally made some playful banter during the meal.

In truth Melora could not handle spicy food that well.

She had barely eaten a few mouthfuls when she felt her throat burning and her eyes welling up with tears.

No longer able to hold it in, Melora stirred the spicy seafood stew in her bowl and ranted in a low voice, “Why are we eating inside a hotel suite? It’ll probably take a long time for this smell to fade, won’t it?”

Hmph! Girls love spicy food, he says. It’s obvious he’s the one who loves it!

Alfred had, in fact, long noticed it. However, he did not mention anything about it. He thought it was quite interesting to see how Melora’s face was bright red.

He cast Leslie a glance.

Alfred meant and said with a smile, “That’s because it’s not too convenient for Mr. Lodge to dine in, given his identity. You don’t seem to

tears. “I want

slight pause, she added, “Crystal used to cook fried chicken

use

silly girl isn’t that dumb after

of fried chicken and a milkshake for her,” he instructed.

was quite surprised. Mr. Lodge has never had such a good temper. It’s always the people around him who are accommodating him. Since when did he ever coax a young lady like this? And what’s more, fried chicken and

Melora eventually

couch before the floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying the food she requested. Alfred had always had a small appetite, which

merely sat there, his gaze fixed

in a squabble with her

a little

Leslie leaned in and whispered, “Mr. Lodge, the people are here.

nodded in

was somehow apprehensive. “Do you want to go

“Just do it here. It’s not anything important,

conversation, Melora flashed a bright smile while swinging her legs. “Mr. Alfred, go ahead

could not hold back

her to

utter a word, however.

groups of people. They were all

imposing scene to

left, she glanced at Melora and

not like others prying and responded coldly, “A

to plead

so many people to

succumbed to her exhaustion and fell asleep on the couch while hugging a

night fell, Alfred finally sent off the last group of people.

exhaustion, but he had the habit of drinking a glass

was

was a formal black attire, making

glass in his hand, he gazed at the young lady on the couch. The lights. outside seeped in through

her. It was a breathtaking sight to

can sleep so well? She’s innocent and clueless… She doesn’t seem the slightest bit wary

his stare was too intense, Melora soon woke

rubbed her eyes and

had a slender figure, and with her long white dress and silky black tresses draping over her back, she

look at the man before her, she called out adorably, “Mr. Alfred!”

“You’re awake?”

wine glass and lifted the corners of his lips into a faint smile. “Aren’t you afraid about sleeping in a stranger’s room? And a man,

a rosy hue, possibly from

and replied matter-of-factly, “I’m not scared. You’re Crystal’s