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.

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

none other than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned opera

on the same wavelength as Alfred. In the past, Alfred would occasionally

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

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

Leslie fell silent.

good word for her. Though Leslie felt that she was a good individual, it was Alfred’s opinion that mattered. Clearly, Alfred did not

the sound of running water came

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

Alfred was busy with something.

his climax, he supported himself with a hand against the tiled wall

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 on

doesn’t understand men at

the Miller residence, Melora took

she found her brother, Henry, sitting

sweetly muttering, “Henry, how are things between you and my

you’re still calling

that his 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, and as a father, it would not be good for him to

for both his children to

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

yearned for Crystal, and he was unwilling to let her interact

Melora was equally

long hair, he muttered,

closer to him

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 just a kid.

personification of elegance, after

faster if she was more preoccupied with matters.

Henry had lunch

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

stay in the same place anymore. Hence, she drove out. Ultimately,

I

her cheeks were

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 average guy.

Audi with the plate number

Alfred’s car.

second before tailing

the Audi, Leslie was seated in the front passenger seat. He glanced at the rearview mirror and muttered, “It’s