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.

with a smile, “That’s because it’s not too convenient for Mr. Lodge to dine in, given his identity.

tears. “I want some fried chicken

she added, “Crystal used to cook fried chicken for me frequently!”

use

This silly girl isn’t that

and a milkshake for her,” he instructed.

has 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,

eventually

windows, enjoying the food she requested. Alfred had always had a small appetite, which was probably why he could maintain that figure even after

his gaze fixed on the strikingly stunning Melora.

She tried to kill herself yesterday and was still in a squabble with her ex-fiance earlier. Yet now,

a

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

in response.

“Do you want to go to

it a thought. “Just do it here. It’s not anything important, anyway!”

go ahead with what you

could not hold back his laughter.

there for her to talk

not utter a word, however.

received several groups of people. They were

quite an imposing scene to behold!

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

others prying and responded coldly, “A junior of mine.”

to plead on

many people to receive.

to her exhaustion and fell asleep on

sent off the last group

had the habit of drinking a

was dimly-lit.

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

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

was a

sleep so well? She’s innocent and

stare was too intense, Melora soon woke moved into a

her eyes and

figure, and with her long white dress and silky black tresses draping

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

“You’re awake?”

down his wine glass and lifted the corners of his lips into a faint smile. “Aren’t you afraid about

had a rosy hue, possibly from sleeping

scared. You’re Crystal’s uncle… And I call you