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.

dine in, given his identity. You don’t seem to like the food

tears. “I want some fried

a slight pause, she added, “Crystal used to cook

use of Crystal…

girl

and a milkshake for

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,

eventually got both.

windows, enjoying the food she requested. Alfred had always had a small appetite, which was probably why he

sat there, his gaze fixed

truly raised her well. She tried to kill herself yesterday and was still in a squabble with her ex-fiance earlier. Yet now, she’s

a little envious.

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

nodded in

you want to go to

“Just do it here. It’s not anything important,

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

could not hold back his

What is there for her to talk with Mr. Lodge

did not utter

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

an imposing scene

exceptionally gorgeous and alluring woman. Before she left, she glanced at

did not like others prying and responded

to plead on Henry’s behalf.

so many people to receive. Doesn’t

succumbed to her exhaustion and fell asleep on

night fell, Alfred finally sent off the last

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

was dimly-lit.

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

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

her. It was a breathtaking sight to behold.

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

was too intense, Melora soon woke

rubbed her eyes

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

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

“You’re awake?”

put down his wine glass and lifted the corners of his lips into a faint smile. “Aren’t you afraid about sleeping in a stranger’s room? And a man, at

cheeks had a rosy hue, possibly from

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