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.

latter instantly understood what 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 like the food here, though. How

tears. “I want some fried chicken and milkshake!”

“Crystal used

use of Crystal…

This silly girl isn’t that

a plate of fried chicken and a milkshake

who are accommodating him. Since when did he ever coax a young lady like this? And what’s

Melora eventually

on the couch before the floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying the food she requested. Alfred had always had a small appetite, which was probably why he could maintain that figure even after working for twenty years.

sat there, his gaze fixed on the strikingly stunning

a squabble with her ex-fiance earlier. Yet now, she’s happily enjoying her fried chicken.

a little envious.

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

in response.

“Do you want to go to the

gave it a thought. “Just do it here.

her legs. “Mr. Alfred, go ahead with what you have to

not hold back his laughter.

What is there for her to talk

not utter a word,

of people. They were all elites in their thirties to

was quite an imposing

exceptionally gorgeous and alluring woman. Before she left, she

and responded

wanted to plead on Henry’s

Alfred has so many people to receive. Doesn’t

exhaustion and fell asleep

Alfred finally sent off the last group of

overwhelmed by exhaustion, but he had the habit of drinking a

suite was

of clothing. It was a formal black attire, making him

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

was a

someone who can sleep so well? She’s innocent and clueless… She doesn’t seem

soon woke moved into a kneeling

rubbed her eyes

long white dress and silky black tresses draping over her back, she appeared

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

“You’re awake?”

his wine glass and lifted the corners of his lips into a faint

cheeks had a rosy hue, possibly from sleeping

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