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.

his shirts away before abruptly saying, “Shall I

other than Ingrid Hopper, a

the same wavelength as Alfred. In the past, Alfred would occasionally meet with her when he

After a moment of contemplation, he answered, “No,

gently persuaded him, “You’re too hard on yourself

What?

this? She’s a good woman if not for her scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful, but being with her makes me feel as though I’m in a diplomatic meeting. It’s exhausting.”

Leslie fell silent.

him to put in a good word for her. Though Leslie felt that she was a good individual, it was Alfred’s opinion that mattered. Clearly, Alfred did not think much of her.

running water came from the

from the room. At the end of the day, there were

was busy with

hand against the tiled wall and lowered his head to wash

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

she is. She doesn’t understand

Miller residence, Melora took a

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

before sweetly muttering, “Henry, how are things between

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

After all, the relationships involved seemed a

his children

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

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

Melora was equally

muttered, “Have you really

pressed closer to him and mumbled a

they could be voiced out loud. Lynette had called him, and he had found out about what happened the day. before. Therefore, he guessed

the personification of elegance,

she was more

other, so Henry had lunch with her before going

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

at home until it was too boring for her to stay in the same place anymore. Hence, she drove out. Ultimately, she ended

I here?

and 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

the plate number “XX8888” drove

was Alfred’s

blinked for a second before tailing

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