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.

Lodge to dine in, given his identity. You don’t seem to like the food here, though. How about I

eyes were filled with tears. “I

used to cook fried chicken for me frequently!”

making use

silly girl isn’t

plate of fried chicken and a

always the people around him who are accommodating him. Since when did he ever coax

eventually got

the couch before the floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying the food she requested. Alfred had always had a small

his gaze fixed

Miller 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

a little envious.

whispered, “Mr. Lodge, the people

in

“Do you want to go to

do it here.

smile while swinging her legs. “Mr. Alfred, go ahead with what you have to do. We’ll talk about

could not hold back his laughter.

there for her to talk

not utter a

of people. They were all elites in their thirties

imposing scene

exceptionally gorgeous and alluring woman. Before she left, she

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

wanted to plead on Henry’s

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

succumbed to her exhaustion and fell asleep on the

fell, Alfred finally sent off the last group

the habit of drinking a glass of

suite was dimly-lit.

fresh set of clothing. It was a formal black

the wine glass 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

a breathtaking sight to

can there be someone who can sleep so well? She’s innocent and clueless… She doesn’t

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

rubbed her eyes and

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

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

“You’re awake?”

faint smile. “Aren’t you afraid about sleeping in

rosy hue, possibly

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