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

none other than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned

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

bathroom when he heard that. After a moment of contemplation, he

gently persuaded him, “You’re too hard

What?

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

Leslie fell silent.

Leslie felt that she was a good individual, it was Alfred’s opinion that mattered.

of running water came from

there were personal matters

was busy with

climax, he supported himself with a hand against the tiled wall and

not in the mood for her. In fact, during that moment of impulse, the image that emerged in his head had been Melora kneeling on

She doesn’t understand men at all.

Miller residence, Melora took

woke, she found her brother, Henry, sitting

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

“Well, you’re still

Crystal’s relationship with Robert was exposed. After all, the relationships involved seemed a little odd now, and as a father,

it was best for both his children to break it off

temper. In his fury to counter the Lodge family’s arrogance, he decided to let Henry

for Crystal, and he was unwilling to let her interact with Pete. Furthermore, Seth was in

was equally

her long hair, he muttered, “Have you really

pressed closer to him and mumbled

loud. Lynette had called him, and he had found out about what happened the day. before. Therefore, he guessed that, with Alfred’s

man was the personification

would recover faster if she was more

other, so Henry had lunch with her

despite having lived twenty-seven years on earth, Melora had

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

am I

her cheeks

wants to be a match for him? It’s just because

black Audi with the plate number “XX8888” drove

Alfred’s car.

second

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