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 order something else for you?”

eyes were filled with tears. “I

used to cook fried chicken for me frequently!”

making use of

chuckled. This silly girl isn’t that

and a

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 more, fried chicken and milkshake, huh?

eventually got both.

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

there, his gaze fixed on the strikingly stunning Melora.

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 life, doesn’t she?

was unexpectedly a

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

nodded in

apprehensive. “Do you want to go

gave it a thought. “Just do it here.

Alfred, go ahead

not hold back his

for her to talk with Mr. Lodge about?

utter a word, however.

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

imposing scene to behold!

them was an exceptionally gorgeous and alluring woman. Before she left,

did not like others prying and responded coldly, “A junior of

plead on Henry’s behalf.

people to receive. Doesn’t he feel tired

fell asleep on

night fell, Alfred finally sent off the last

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

was

was a formal black attire,

lady on the couch. The lights. outside seeped in through the floor-to-ceiling windows,

was a breathtaking sight to

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

his stare was too intense, Melora soon woke

her eyes and

and silky black tresses draping over

before her, she called out adorably, “Mr.

“You’re awake?”

corners of his lips into a faint smile. “Aren’t you afraid about sleeping in a stranger’s room? And a man, at

rosy hue, possibly from

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