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.

it’s not too convenient for Mr. Lodge to dine in, given his identity. You don’t seem to like the food here, though. How about I order something

eyes were filled with tears. “I want some fried chicken

a slight pause, she added, “Crystal used to cook

making use

girl isn’t

plate of fried chicken and

Mr. Lodge has never had such a good temper. It’s always the people around him who are accommodating him. Since when did he ever

eventually got both.

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

merely sat there, his gaze fixed

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

was unexpectedly a

lunch, Leslie leaned in and whispered, “Mr. Lodge, the people are here. Do

nodded in

was somehow apprehensive. “Do you want to

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

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

could not hold back his

lady… What is there for her to talk

did not utter

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

quite an imposing scene to behold!

alluring woman. Before she left,

like others prying and responded coldly, “A

wanted to plead on Henry’s

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

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

night fell, Alfred finally sent off

by exhaustion, but he had the habit of drinking a glass of red wine. when he was tired to relieve the

was

a fresh set of clothing. It was a formal black attire,

at the young lady on the couch. The lights. outside seeped in through the floor-to-ceiling

a breathtaking

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

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

her eyes and

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

a clear look at the man before

“You’re awake?”

put down his wine glass and lifted the corners of his lips into a faint

rosy hue, possibly from

matter-of-factly, “I’m not scared. You’re