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.

“That’s because it’s not too convenient for Mr. Lodge to dine in, given his identity. You don’t seem to like the food here, though.

filled with tears. “I want some fried chicken

“Crystal used to

even making use of

girl isn’t

and a milkshake

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 milkshake, huh?

eventually got

had a small appetite, which was probably why

there, his gaze fixed on the strikingly

to kill herself yesterday and was still in a squabble with her

unexpectedly a little

Lodge, the people are here. Do you want t meet

nodded in response.

somehow apprehensive. “Do you want

it a thought. “Just do it

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

could not hold back his laughter.

there for her

not utter a word, however.

of people. They were all elites in their thirties to forties.

an imposing

she left, she glanced at Melora and queried, “Mr. Lodge, who is she?”

others prying and responded coldly, “A

had wanted to plead on Henry’s behalf.

so many people to receive. Doesn’t he feel tired at

succumbed to her exhaustion and fell asleep on the couch while

Alfred finally sent off the last group of

the habit of drinking a glass of

was

set of clothing. It was a formal black

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

It was a

innocent and clueless… She doesn’t seem the slightest

his stare was too intense, Melora soon woke moved into

her eyes and

with her long white dress and silky black tresses draping over

getting a clear look at the man before her, she called

“You’re awake?”

of his lips into a faint smile. “Aren’t you afraid about

a rosy hue,

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