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.

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

“I want some fried chicken and

added, “Crystal used to cook fried chicken for

even making use of Crystal…

silly girl isn’t that

fried chicken and a milkshake for her,” he

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

eventually got both.

sat on the couch before the floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying the food she requested. Alfred had always had a small

there, his gaze fixed on

her well. 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. She really lives

unexpectedly a little envious.

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

in

was somehow apprehensive. “Do you want to go

do it here. It’s not anything

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

could not hold back

her

utter

of people. They were all elites

was quite an imposing scene to

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

not like others prying and responded coldly,

to plead on Henry’s behalf.

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

fell asleep on the couch

Alfred finally sent off the

overwhelmed by exhaustion, but he had the habit of drinking a

suite was

a formal

on the couch. The lights. outside seeped in through the floor-to-ceiling windows,

a breathtaking sight to

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

Melora soon woke moved into a kneeling position

her eyes

silky black tresses draping over her back, she appeared incredibly stunning. In fact, she looked nothing like a

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

“You’re awake?”

the corners of his lips into a faint smile. “Aren’t you afraid about sleeping in

rosy hue, possibly from sleeping too long.

her head lightly and replied matter-of-factly, “I’m not scared. You’re Crystal’s uncle… And I call you Mr. Alfred!”