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

were filled with tears. “I want some

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

making use of Crystal…

chuckled. This silly girl

of fried chicken and a

Lodge has never had 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

Melora eventually

Alfred had always had a small appetite, which

merely sat there, his gaze fixed

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.

was unexpectedly a little

Lodge, the people

nodded in response.

apprehensive. “Do you want to go to the study, or…”

“Just do it here. It’s

her legs. “Mr. Alfred, go ahead with what

could not hold back

is there for her to talk with Mr.

not utter a word,

received several groups of people. They were

an imposing

woman. Before she left, she glanced at Melora and queried, “Mr. Lodge, who is she?”

prying and responded coldly,

wanted to plead

Mr. Alfred has so many people to receive. Doesn’t he

she succumbed to her exhaustion and fell asleep

Alfred finally sent off the last

had the habit of drinking a glass of red wine. when he was tired to relieve the

was dimly-lit.

set of clothing. It was a formal black attire,

in his hand, he gazed at the young lady on the couch. The lights. outside seeped in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a kaleidoscopic array

was a breathtaking

who can sleep so well? She’s innocent

his stare was too intense, Melora soon woke moved into a kneeling

rubbed her

dress and silky black tresses draping over

before her, she

“You’re awake?”

faint smile. “Aren’t you afraid about sleeping in a stranger’s room? And a man, at that.”

rosy hue, possibly from

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