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.

I invite Miss Hopper over to keep you company?”

than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned

wavelength as Alfred. In the past, Alfred would occasionally meet with

on his way to the bathroom when he heard that. After a moment of contemplation, he answered, “No, I’m

followed him and gently persuaded him, “You’re too hard on yourself sometimes.”

What?

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

Leslie fell silent.

Though Leslie felt that she was a good individual, it was Alfred’s

of running water came from the

of the day, there were personal matters that a man in

busy with

supported himself with a hand against the tiled wall and lowered his head to wash his

there was a beautiful woman who was waiting for him to her, but he was simply not in the mood for her. In

doesn’t understand men

residence, Melora took a nap.

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

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

her cheeks. “Well, you’re still calling her your sister-in-law.”

father did not quite agree with his and Crystal’s relationship when Crystal’s relationship with Robert was exposed. After all, the relationships

decided it was best for both his children to break it off

Alfred, had come to their family to kick up a fuss, agitating David’s own temper.

let her interact with Pete. Furthermore, Seth was

was equally important

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

him and mumbled

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

the personification of elegance, after all.

would recover faster if she was more preoccupied with matters.

other, so Henry had lunch with her before going

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

the afternoon, she lounged around at home until it was too boring for her to stay in the same place anymore. Hence,

am I

was dumbfounded, and her cheeks were heating

her were 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 handsome than the average

black Audi with the plate number “XX8888” drove toward

Alfred’s car.

blinked for a second

seated in the front passenger seat. He glanced at the rearview mirror and muttered, “It’s Miss Miller’s car.”