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.

abruptly saying, “Shall I invite Miss Hopper over to keep you

none other than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned opera

excellent looks and figure, and she appeared to be on the same wavelength as Alfred. In the past, Alfred would occasionally meet with her when he was at

he heard that. After a moment of contemplation,

and gently persuaded him, “You’re too

What?

her scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful, but being with her makes me feel as though I’m in

Leslie fell silent.

enough, the pretty young woman had pleaded with him to put in a good word for her. Though Leslie felt that she was a good individual, it was Alfred’s opinion that mattered. Clearly, Alfred did

water

At the end of the day, there were personal matters that a man in his forties

Alfred was busy

himself with a hand against the tiled wall and

beautiful woman who was waiting for him to her, but he was simply not in the mood for her. In fact, during that moment of impulse, the image that emerged in his head had been Melora kneeling

She doesn’t

the Miller residence, Melora took a nap.

she woke, she found her brother, Henry,

sweetly muttering, “Henry, how are things between you and my sister-in-law?”

cheeks. “Well, you’re still calling

relationship when Crystal’s relationship with Robert was exposed. After all, the relationships

was best for both his children to break it off

Crystal’s uncle, 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

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

was equally important to Henry.

combed her long hair, he muttered, “Have you really made

him and

questions tried to leave Henry’s mouth, but 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 saw Melora as

the personification of

recover faster if she

Henry had lunch with her before going

twenty-seven years on earth,

around at 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

I here?

her cheeks were heating up.

said that little girls like 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

then, a black Audi with the plate number “XX8888” drove

was Alfred’s car.

blinked for a second before

in the front passenger seat. He glanced at the rearview