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.

understood what Alfred meant and said with a smile, “That’s because it’s not too convenient for Mr. Lodge to dine in, given his identity. You

filled with tears. “I

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

even making use of

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

fried chicken and a

are accommodating him. Since when did he

eventually

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

fixed on the

with her ex-fiance earlier. Yet

was unexpectedly a little envious.

lunch, Leslie leaned in and whispered, “Mr. Lodge, the people are here. Do you want t meet them now?”

nodded in response.

you want to go to the study, or…”

thought. “Just do it here. It’s not anything important,

ahead with what you have to do. We’ll talk about

could not hold back

What is there for her

did not utter a

They were all elites

an imposing

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

prying and responded coldly,

to plead on Henry’s behalf.

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

she succumbed to her exhaustion and fell asleep on

night fell, Alfred finally sent off the last group of

by exhaustion, but he had the habit of drinking a glass of red

was dimly-lit.

It was a formal

glass in his hand, he gazed at the young lady on the couch. The lights. outside seeped in through the floor-to-ceiling

It was a breathtaking sight to

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

too intense, Melora soon woke

rubbed her eyes

white dress and silky black tresses draping over her back, she

look at the man before her, she called out

“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 room? And a man, at

hue,

“I’m not scared. You’re Crystal’s uncle… And I