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 over to keep

none other than Ingrid

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

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

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

What?

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 meeting.

Leslie fell silent.

young woman had pleaded with him to put in a good word for her. Though Leslie felt that she was

sound of running water

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

Alfred was busy

with a hand against the tiled wall and lowered his

her, but he was simply not in the mood for her. In fact, during

She doesn’t understand

Miller residence, Melora took a nap.

she woke, she found her brother, Henry,

Henry’s thigh before sweetly muttering,

her cheeks. “Well, you’re still calling her

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

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 let

her interact with Pete. Furthermore, Seth was in Hulcaster

equally important to

her long hair, he muttered,

closer to him and mumbled

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,

man was the personification of elegance, after

Melora would recover faster if she was more preoccupied with

siblings were on great terms with each other, so Henry had lunch with her before going

despite having lived twenty-seven years on earth, Melora had never worked before.

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

am I here?

dumbfounded, and her

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 handsome than

plate number “XX8888” drove

was Alfred’s car.

for a second before

Leslie was seated in the front passenger seat. He glanced at the rearview mirror and