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.

shirts away before abruptly saying, “Shall I invite Miss Hopper

than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned opera performer.

and figure, and she appeared to be on the same wavelength as

way to the bathroom when he heard that. After a

followed him and gently persuaded him, “You’re too hard on

What?

a good woman if not for her scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful, but being with her makes me feel

Leslie fell silent.

pleaded with him to put in a good word for her. Though Leslie felt that she was a good individual, it was Alfred’s

the sound of running water

At the end of the day, there were personal matters

Alfred was busy with

with a hand against the tiled

it, and there was a 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

is. She doesn’t

residence, Melora took a nap.

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

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

“Well, you’re still

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

for both his children to break it off with their

fuss, agitating David’s own temper. In his fury to counter the Lodge family’s arrogance, he decided to

for Crystal, and he was unwilling to let her

was equally important to Henry.

he muttered,

closer to him and mumbled a

him, and he had found out about what happened the day. before. Therefore, he guessed that, with Alfred’s

was the personification of elegance, after

Melora would recover faster if she was more preoccupied

each other, so Henry had lunch with her before going to the

the other hand, despite having lived twenty-seven years on earth, Melora had never worked

lounged around at home until it was too boring for her to stay in the same place anymore. Hence, she drove out. Ultimately, she ended

am I here?

dumbfounded, and her

be a match for him?

plate number “XX8888” drove toward the

was Alfred’s

a second before tailing him.

was seated in the front passenger seat. He