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.

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 about I order something else for you?”

with tears. “I want

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

even making use

This silly girl isn’t

and a milkshake

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

Melora eventually

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

his gaze fixed on the strikingly stunning

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

a little envious.

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

in response.

“Do you want

“Just do it here. It’s not anything

“Mr. Alfred, go ahead

hold

young lady… What is there for her to talk

did not utter a

were all elites

quite an imposing scene

Before she left, she glanced at Melora and

and responded coldly,

to plead on Henry’s behalf.

Mr. Alfred has so many people to receive.

fell asleep on the couch while hugging a cushion

off the

habit of drinking a glass of red wine.

suite was dimly-lit.

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

wine glass in his hand, he gazed at the young lady on the

It was a

so well? She’s innocent and clueless… She doesn’t seem the slightest

was too intense, Melora soon woke moved into a kneeling position on the couch.

her eyes and

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

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

“You’re awake?”

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

hue, possibly from sleeping too

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