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.

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

“I want

added, “Crystal used to cook fried chicken

making use of Crystal…

This silly girl

of fried chicken and a milkshake for her,” he instructed.

quite 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

Melora eventually got both.

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

there, 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, she’s happily enjoying her fried chicken.

a little

Lodge, the people are here.

in

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

do it here. It’s not anything

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

hold

her to talk with Mr. Lodge

utter a

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

imposing

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

like others prying and responded coldly,

plead

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

asleep on the couch while hugging a cushion tightly.

sent off the last group of

a glass of red

was dimly-lit.

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

the couch.

her. It was a breathtaking sight to

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

was too intense, Melora soon woke moved

her eyes

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

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

“You’re awake?”

lips into a faint smile. “Aren’t you

had a rosy hue, possibly from sleeping

scratched her head lightly and replied matter-of-factly, “I’m not scared.