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.

shirts away before abruptly saying, “Shall I invite Miss

other than Ingrid Hopper,

wavelength as

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

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

What?

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 me feel as though

Leslie fell silent.

the pretty young woman had pleaded with him to put in a good word for her. Though Leslie felt

sound of running water came from the

wisely retreated from the room. At the end of the day, there were personal matters that a man in his

was busy

against the tiled wall and lowered his head to wash his

was waiting for him to her, but he was simply not in the mood

is. She doesn’t understand men at all.

residence, Melora

she woke, she found her brother, Henry,

her head on Henry’s thigh before sweetly muttering,

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

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

was best for both his children to

a fuss, agitating David’s own temper. In his fury to counter the Lodge family’s arrogance, he decided to let Henry marry Crystal

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

Melora was equally important

hair, he muttered, “Have

pressed closer to him and mumbled a “yes.”

had found out about what

was the personification of elegance, after all.

Melora would recover faster if she was more preoccupied with matters.

other, so Henry had lunch with her before going to the firm.

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

stay in the same place anymore. Hence, she drove out. Ultimately, she ended up in the lobby of the hotel where Alfred was

I

dumbfounded, and her cheeks were heating up.

unsuitable for 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 a little more

with the plate

was Alfred’s

a second before tailing

seat. He glanced at