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.

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

filled with tears. “I want some fried

slight pause, she added, “Crystal used

even making use of Crystal…

This silly girl isn’t

and a milkshake for her,” he instructed.

always the people around him who are accommodating him. Since when did

eventually got

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

his gaze fixed on

herself yesterday and was still in a squabble with

was unexpectedly a little envious.

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

in

you want to go

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

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

could not hold back his

her to talk with

not utter a

were

an imposing

woman. Before she left, she glanced at Melora

others prying and responded coldly, “A

plead on

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

asleep on the couch

Alfred finally sent off

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

was

a fresh set of clothing. It was a

the young lady on the couch. The lights. outside seeped in through the

was a breathtaking sight to

innocent and clueless… She doesn’t seem the slightest bit wary at

too intense, Melora 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 fact, she looked nothing like a

getting a 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 afraid about sleeping in

hue, possibly from

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