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.

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

tears. “I want some fried chicken

used to cook fried chicken

use

girl isn’t that dumb after

a plate of fried chicken and

It’s always the people around him who are accommodating

eventually got both.

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

family 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 happily enjoying her fried chicken. She really lives a carefree

a

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

in

was somehow apprehensive. “Do you want to go

it here. It’s not anything important, anyway!”

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

hold

for her to talk with Mr. Lodge about?

not utter a

he received several groups of people. They were all elites in

was quite an imposing scene

them was an exceptionally gorgeous and alluring woman. Before she left, she glanced at Melora and queried, “Mr. Lodge,

did not like others prying and responded

to plead

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

fell asleep on

sent off the last group

drinking a glass of

suite was

into a fresh set of clothing. It was a formal black attire, making

his hand, he gazed at the young lady on the

It was a breathtaking

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

soon woke moved into a kneeling position on

her eyes

white dress and silky black tresses draping

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

“You’re awake?”

lifted the corners of his lips into a faint smile. “Aren’t you

had a rosy hue,

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