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.

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

Hopper” was none other than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned opera performer.

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

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

persuaded him, “You’re

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

Leslie fell silent.

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

the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

At the end of the day, there were personal matters that

busy

himself with a hand against the tiled

him to her, 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

is. She doesn’t understand men

the Miller residence, Melora took a nap.

woke, she found her brother, Henry, sitting by the side

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

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

After all, the relationships involved seemed a little odd now, and as a father, it would not be good

it was best for both his children

come to their family to kick up a fuss, agitating David’s own temper. In his

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

Melora was equally important to Henry.

muttered, “Have

pressed closer to him and mumbled a “yes.”

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

the personification

if she was more preoccupied with

terms with each other, so Henry had

having lived twenty-seven years on

same place anymore. Hence, she drove out.

I here?

her cheeks were heating

wants to be a match for him? It’s

black Audi with the plate number “XX8888” drove toward

was Alfred’s

blinked for a second

Leslie was seated in the front passenger seat. He