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.

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none other than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned opera

be on the same wavelength as

heard that. After a moment

gently persuaded him, “You’re too

What?

around and uttered, “Did she put you up to this? She’s a good woman if not for her scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful, but being with her makes me feel

Leslie fell silent.

Leslie felt that she was

the sound of running water came from

were personal matters that a man in his forties had to deal with

was busy with something.

hand against the tiled wall and lowered his head to

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

she is. She doesn’t understand

Miller residence, Melora took

she found her brother, Henry, sitting

over to put her head on Henry’s thigh before sweetly muttering, “Henry, how

“Well, you’re still

father did not quite agree with his and Crystal’s relationship when Crystal’s relationship with Robert was exposed. After all, the relationships involved seemed a little odd now,

both his children to break it off with their

their family to kick up a fuss, agitating David’s own temper. In his fury

Crystal, and he was unwilling to let her interact with Pete. Furthermore, Seth was in Hulcaster

equally important to

long hair, he muttered, “Have you really made up your mind?”

to him and mumbled

voiced out loud. Lynette had called him, and he had found out about

was the personification

she was more preoccupied with matters.

Henry

despite having lived twenty-seven years on earth, Melora had never

home until it was too boring for her to stay in the same place anymore. Hence, she drove out. Ultimately, she ended up in the lobby of the hotel where Alfred was

am I here?

was dumbfounded, and her cheeks

her were unsuitable for him. Pah! Who wants to be a match for him? It’s just because he’s Crystal’s uncle… It’s just because he’s a little more handsome than the

Audi with the plate number

Alfred’s car.

a second before

in the front passenger seat. He glanced at the