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

tears. “I want some fried chicken and milkshake!”

used to cook fried chicken for me

use of Crystal…

This silly girl isn’t that dumb after all.

plate of fried chicken and a milkshake for her,”

who are accommodating him. Since when did he ever coax a young lady like this? And what’s more, fried chicken and milkshake,

Melora eventually

sat on the couch before the floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying the food she requested. Alfred had always had a small appetite, which was probably why he could maintain

there, his gaze fixed on the strikingly

herself yesterday and was still in a squabble with her ex-fiance earlier. Yet now, she’s happily enjoying

unexpectedly a little

and whispered, “Mr. Lodge, the people are here. Do you

in response.

apprehensive. “Do you want to go to the study,

do it

conversation, Melora flashed a bright smile while swinging her legs. “Mr. Alfred, go ahead with

could not hold

young lady… What is there for her to talk with Mr. Lodge about?

not utter a

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

an imposing scene

gorgeous and alluring woman. Before she left,

prying and

plead on Henry’s

has so many people to receive. Doesn’t he feel

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

finally sent off the

he had the habit of drinking a glass

suite was dimly-lit.

fresh set of clothing. It was a formal black

on the couch. The lights. outside seeped in through

was a

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

too intense, Melora soon woke

rubbed her

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

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

“You’re awake?”

faint smile. “Aren’t you afraid about sleeping in a stranger’s room? And a

hue, possibly from sleeping

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