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.

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

Ingrid Hopper, a renowned opera performer.

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

that. After a moment of contemplation, he answered, “No, I’m not keen on that.”

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

What?

up to this? She’s a good woman if not for her scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful, but being with her makes me feel as though I’m in a diplomatic

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 good individual, it was Alfred’s opinion that mattered. Clearly, Alfred did not think much

of running water came from

room. At the end of the day, there were personal matters that a

Alfred was busy with

reaching his climax, he supported himself with a hand against the tiled wall and lowered his head to wash

her, but he was simply not in the mood for her. In fact, during that moment of impulse, the image that emerged in his

She doesn’t understand men at all.

the Miller residence, Melora took a nap.

Henry,

head on Henry’s thigh before sweetly muttering, “Henry, how are things

you’re still calling her your sister-in-law.”

all, the relationships involved seemed a little odd now, and as a father, it would not be good for him to side with

he decided it was best for both his children to break it off with their

own temper. In his

let her interact with Pete. Furthermore, Seth was

Melora was equally important to Henry.

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

him and mumbled a

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

if she was more preoccupied with matters.

were on great terms with each other, so Henry

lived twenty-seven years

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

am I

her cheeks

before, he had said that little girls like her were unsuitable for him. Pah! Who wants to be a match for him? It’s just because

plate

Alfred’s

a second before tailing him.

He glanced at the rearview mirror and muttered, “It’s Miss Miller’s car.”