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.

before abruptly saying, “Shall I invite Miss

Ingrid Hopper, a renowned

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

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

him and gently persuaded him,

What?

She’s a good woman if not for her scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful, but being with her makes me feel as

Leslie fell silent.

enough, the 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 was Alfred’s

sound of running water came

the end of the day, there were personal

Alfred was busy with something.

the tiled wall and lowered his

clearly needed it, and there was a beautiful 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

innocent she is. She doesn’t understand men

Melora took a

found her brother, Henry, sitting

before sweetly

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

not quite 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

both his children to break it off

Alfred, had come to their family to kick up a fuss, agitating David’s own temper. In his fury to counter the Lodge family’s arrogance, he decided to let Henry

her interact with Pete. Furthermore, Seth

equally

combed her long hair, he muttered, “Have you really made up

to him and mumbled a “yes.”

leave Henry’s mouth, but he swallowed them before they could be voiced out loud. Lynette had called him, and he had found out about what happened

personification of elegance, after

she was more preoccupied with

siblings were on great terms with each other, so Henry had lunch with her before going to

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

I

her cheeks were heating

like her were unsuitable for him. Pah! Who wants to be a match for him? It’s just because

then, a black Audi with the plate number “XX8888” drove toward

Alfred’s

blinked for a second before tailing

front passenger seat. He glanced at the rearview mirror and