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.

abruptly saying, “Shall I invite Miss Hopper over

than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned opera

excellent looks and figure, and she appeared to be on the same wavelength as Alfred. In the past, Alfred would occasionally meet with

the bathroom when he heard that. After

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

What?

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

Leslie fell silent.

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

of running water

the day, there were

busy with something.

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

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

she is. She doesn’t understand

residence, Melora took

her brother, Henry, sitting by the side

over to put her head on Henry’s thigh before sweetly muttering, “Henry, how are things between you and my

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

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 side with either one of the

both his children to break

up a fuss, agitating David’s own temper. In his fury to

was unwilling to let her interact with Pete. Furthermore,

Melora was equally important to

long hair, he muttered, “Have you really

closer to him and mumbled a

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 also saw Melora

personification of elegance,

Melora would recover faster if she

other, so Henry had lunch with her before going

the other hand, despite having lived twenty-seven years on earth,

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

am I

was dumbfounded, and her cheeks

the night 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 he’s Crystal’s

plate

was Alfred’s car.

blinked for a second

seated in the front passenger seat. He