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.

his shirts away before abruptly saying, “Shall I

Ingrid

she appeared to be on the same wavelength as Alfred. In

to the bathroom when he heard that. After a moment of contemplation, he answered, “No, I’m not keen

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

What?

scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful,

Leslie fell silent.

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

the sound of running water came from

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

Alfred was busy with something.

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

who was waiting for him to her, but he was simply not in the

is. She doesn’t understand

residence, Melora took a nap.

woke, she found her brother, Henry, sitting by

before sweetly muttering,

you’re still calling

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

he decided it was best for both his children to break it

own temper.

unwilling to let her interact

equally

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

closer to him

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

man was the personification of elegance, after

she

Henry had lunch with her

lived twenty-seven years on earth, Melora had never

boring for her to stay in the same place anymore. Hence, she drove out. Ultimately, she ended up in the

I here?

dumbfounded, and her cheeks were heating up.

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

plate number “XX8888” drove toward the road.

was Alfred’s

blinked for a second before

in the front passenger seat. He glanced at the rearview mirror and muttered,