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.

because it’s not too convenient for Mr. Lodge to dine in, given his identity. You don’t seem to like the food here,

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

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

making use of

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

and a milkshake

surprised. 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 coax a young lady like this? And

Melora eventually got both.

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

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

a

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

in response.

apprehensive. “Do you want to go to the study, or…”

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

swinging her legs. “Mr. Alfred, go ahead

hold back his

her to talk with

not utter a word,

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

imposing scene

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

like others prying and

wanted to plead on Henry’s

to receive. Doesn’t he feel tired at all?

she succumbed to her exhaustion and fell asleep on the couch while

night fell, Alfred finally sent off the last group of

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, making him loo extra poised

young lady on the couch. The lights.

was a breathtaking sight to

can sleep so well? She’s innocent and clueless… She

soon woke moved into a

her

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

clear look at the man before her, she called out adorably, “Mr. Alfred!”

“You’re awake?”

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

rosy hue, possibly from sleeping too

lightly and replied matter-of-factly, “I’m not scared. You’re Crystal’s