Crystal's One Night of Love

Melora fled from the teasing, but Alfred remained in hist spot.

As he sat in the car, he slowly inhaled his cigarette and watched the slender figure disappear behind the black-decorated door and into the night.

He could not help but be reminded of someone-his sister, Krystal.

Krystal had died young, and she never got to meet with her kin before her death. That was something Alfred could never get over.

He had seen Crystal’s photo.

Crystal turned out to look much like the Lodges with her fair skin and chestnut-colored long hair.

Nevertheless, Alfred found traces of Krystal in Melora.

No, that’s not quite right. Melora seems a little dumber than Krystal.

Alfred held the cigarette between his fingers, forgetting about it until the ashes fell onto his pants. A lonely smile crept onto his face when he glanced at it.

What’s going on with me today? I just met a silly kid. Why do I feel so melancholic?

He remained still in his seat for a long while before finally starting his car to drive back to his hotel. When he entered his suite, he found Leslie pacing around like a cat on a hot brick. Upon seeing him, Leslie hurried over to him and chided, “Why did you go out by yourself? What if something happens to you?”

Alfred sat down on the couch.

Even though he was exhausted, his noble demeanor remained-he would never fully relax himself.

At the same time, he reached out for a couch cushion, but just as he was about to put it back to its original position, he suddenly lifted it to sniff it.

There was a hint of fragrance on it.

It was not perfume but the natural scent of a woman.

It was sweet, like oranges.

Alfred arched a brow and softly chuckled. “If something were to happen, then I could leave all this mess behind. That would be perfect! You have no idea how tiring it is for me to meet all these people and worry about all these things all the time.”

Leslie brought him a cup of tea and patiently listened to his grumbles.

He knew that he was the only one Alfred would ever say such things to.

To the outsiders, Alfred would always seem impeccable and invincible.

After ranting for a bit, Alfred got ready to shower.

I invite Miss Hopper over to keep you

none other than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned opera performer.

be on the same wavelength as Alfred. In the past, Alfred would occasionally meet

After a moment of contemplation, he answered, “No, I’m not

persuaded him, “You’re too hard on yourself sometimes.”

What?

turned around and uttered, “Did she put you up to this? She’s a good woman if not for her scheming

Leslie fell silent.

the pretty young woman had pleaded with him to put in a good word for her. Though Leslie felt that she was a

the sound of running water came from the

of the day, there were personal matters that a man in his forties had to deal with himself.

busy with something.

himself with a hand against the tiled wall and lowered his head

woman who was waiting for him to her, but he was simply not in the mood for her. In fact, during

She doesn’t understand

the Miller residence, Melora took a

she found her brother, Henry, sitting by the side of

moved over to put her head on Henry’s thigh before sweetly muttering, “Henry, how are things between you

squeezed her cheeks. “Well, you’re still calling her your sister-in-law.”

After all, the relationships involved seemed a little odd now, and as a father,

was best for both his children to break

Alfred, had come to their family to kick up a fuss, agitating David’s own temper. In his fury to counter the Lodge family’s arrogance, he decided to let

for Crystal, and he was unwilling to let her interact with Pete.

Melora was equally important to

he muttered, “Have you really made up

to him

he swallowed them before they could be voiced out loud. Lynette had called him, and he had found out about what happened the day. before. Therefore, he guessed that, with Alfred’s standing and identity, Alfred also

personification of elegance, after

would recover faster if she was

each other, so Henry

despite having lived twenty-seven years

the same place anymore. Hence, she drove out. Ultimately, she ended up in the lobby

I

and her cheeks were heating up.

Who wants to be a match for him? It’s just because he’s Crystal’s uncle… It’s just

then, a black Audi with the plate number

Alfred’s car.

second before

passenger seat. He glanced at the rearview mirror and