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.

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

“I

added, “Crystal used to cook fried chicken for

use of

girl isn’t

fried chicken and a

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

eventually

the food she requested. Alfred had always had a small appetite,

merely sat there, his gaze fixed on the strikingly stunning Melora.

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 life,

was unexpectedly a little

and whispered, “Mr. Lodge, the people are here. Do you want t meet them

nodded in response.

apprehensive. “Do you want to go to the

thought. “Just do it here. It’s

go ahead with what you have to

could not hold back his laughter.

young lady… What is there for her to

utter a

They were all elites in their thirties

imposing

and alluring woman. Before she left, she glanced at Melora and queried, “Mr. Lodge,

like others prying and responded coldly, “A junior of mine.”

to plead

has so many people to

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

sent off the last

had the habit of drinking a

suite was

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

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

It was a breathtaking

be someone who 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 moved into a kneeling position

her eyes

with her long white dress and silky black tresses draping over her back, she appeared incredibly stunning. In fact, she looked nothing like a

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

“You’re awake?”

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

a rosy hue,

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