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

than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned opera performer.

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

already on his way to the bathroom when he heard that. After a moment of contemplation, he answered, “No, I’m

and gently persuaded him, “You’re

What?

turned around and uttered, “Did she put you up to this? She’s a good woman if not for her scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful, but being with her makes me

Leslie fell silent.

enough, 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

sound of running water came from the

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

Alfred was busy

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

innocent she is. She doesn’t understand men

the Miller residence, Melora took a nap.

found her brother, Henry, sitting by the side of

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

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

with Robert was exposed. After all, the relationships involved seemed a

it was best for both his children to break it off

agitating David’s own temper. In his fury to counter the Lodge family’s

let her interact

Melora was equally important to Henry.

muttered,

to him and

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

the personification of elegance,

she

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

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

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

am I

her

be a match for him? It’s just because he’s

with the plate number “XX8888” drove toward

was Alfred’s car.

for a second

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