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 here, though. How

were filled with tears. “I want some

“Crystal used to cook fried chicken for

even making use of

chuckled. This silly girl isn’t that dumb after all.

chicken and a milkshake for her,” he

a good temper. It’s always the people around him who are accommodating him. Since when did he ever coax a young

eventually

Alfred had always had a small appetite, which was probably why he could maintain that figure even after working for

sat there, his gaze fixed on the strikingly

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

unexpectedly a little

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

in response.

was somehow apprehensive. “Do you want to go

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

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

not hold

young lady… What is there for her to talk

did not utter a word, however.

people. They were all elites in their thirties to

quite an imposing scene to

left, she glanced at Melora and queried, “Mr. Lodge, who is

and

to plead on

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

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

sent off

a glass of red wine. when he was tired to

suite was

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

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

a breathtaking sight

can there be someone who can sleep so well? She’s innocent and

was too intense, Melora soon woke moved into a kneeling position on the

her

a slender figure, and with her long white dress and silky black tresses draping over her back, she appeared incredibly stunning. In fact,

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

“You’re awake?”

glass and lifted the corners of his lips into a faint smile. “Aren’t you afraid about sleeping in a stranger’s

rosy hue, possibly from

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