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 invite Miss Hopper over to keep you

other than Ingrid

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

After a moment of contemplation, he

him, “You’re too hard on yourself

What?

“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

Leslie fell silent.

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

sound of running water came

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

busy with

himself with a hand against the tiled wall

woman who was waiting for him to her, but he was simply not in the mood for her. In fact, during

doesn’t understand men at all.

the Miller residence, Melora took

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

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

“Well, you’re

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

was best for both his children to

a fuss, agitating David’s own temper.

was unwilling to let her interact with Pete. Furthermore,

equally

he muttered, “Have you really made up

him and mumbled a

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, after all.

recover faster if she was more

siblings were on great terms with each other, so Henry had

twenty-seven years

place anymore. Hence, she drove out. Ultimately, she ended up in the lobby

I here?

was dumbfounded, and her cheeks were

a match for

black Audi with the plate number “XX8888” drove toward the

was Alfred’s car.

for a second before tailing

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