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.

“Shall I invite Miss Hopper over to keep you

none other than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned opera performer.

and figure, and she appeared to be on the same wavelength as Alfred. In the past, Alfred would occasionally meet with her when he was

way to the bathroom when he heard that. After a moment of contemplation, he answered,

persuaded him, “You’re

What?

you up to this? She’s a good woman if not for her scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful, but being

Leslie fell silent.

her. Though Leslie felt that she

sound of running water

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

busy with

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 that moment of impulse, the image that emerged in his head

doesn’t

the Miller residence, Melora

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

over to put her head on Henry’s thigh before sweetly

“Well, you’re still

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

was best for both his children to break it off

uncle, Alfred, had come to their family to kick up a fuss, agitating David’s own temper. In his fury to counter the

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

equally important to

he muttered, “Have you really made

pressed closer to him and mumbled

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 as just

was the personification of

she was more

each other, so Henry had lunch with her

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

place anymore. Hence, she

am I here?

her cheeks

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

plate

Alfred’s car.

a second before

He glanced at the rearview mirror