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.

with a smile, “That’s because it’s not too convenient for Mr. Lodge to dine in, given

filled with tears. “I want

“Crystal used to cook

use of Crystal…

chuckled. This silly girl isn’t that dumb after

chicken and a milkshake for her,” he instructed.

has never had such a good temper. It’s always the people around him who are accommodating him. Since when

eventually got both.

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

merely sat there, his gaze fixed on

kill herself yesterday and was still in a squabble with her ex-fiance earlier. Yet now, she’s happily enjoying her fried chicken. She really lives a carefree

was unexpectedly a little

whispered, “Mr. Lodge, the people are here. Do you

in

somehow apprehensive. “Do you want to go to the

it here. It’s not anything

Melora flashed a bright smile while swinging her legs. “Mr. Alfred, go ahead with what you have to do. We’ll talk about

not hold back

for her

did not utter a

he received several groups of people. They were all elites in

an imposing scene

them was an exceptionally gorgeous and alluring woman. Before she left, she glanced at Melora and queried, “Mr. Lodge,

not like others prying and

plead on

Mr. Alfred has so many people to receive. Doesn’t he feel tired

fell asleep on the

off

but he had the habit of drinking a glass of red wine. when he was

suite was

fresh set of clothing. It was a formal black attire, making him loo extra poised

at the young lady on the couch. The lights. outside seeped in

her. It was a breathtaking sight

innocent and

stare was too intense, Melora soon woke moved into

rubbed her eyes

tresses draping over her back, she appeared incredibly stunning. In fact, she looked

at the man before her, she called

“You’re awake?”

a faint smile. “Aren’t you afraid about sleeping in a stranger’s room? And a

rosy hue, possibly from sleeping too

her head lightly and replied matter-of-factly, “I’m not scared. You’re Crystal’s uncle… And I call you Mr. Alfred!”