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.

saying, “Shall I

Hopper” was none other than Ingrid

same wavelength as Alfred. In

the bathroom when he heard that. After a

followed him and gently persuaded him, “You’re too hard

What?

around 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 me feel as though I’m in a diplomatic meeting. It’s exhausting.”

Leslie fell silent.

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

the sound of running water came from the

day, there were personal matters that a

Alfred was busy with something.

with a hand against the tiled wall and

but he was simply not in the mood for her.

she is. She doesn’t understand

residence, Melora took a

brother, Henry, sitting by the side

thigh before sweetly muttering, “Henry,

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

relationship with Robert was exposed. After all, the relationships involved seemed a little odd now,

he decided it was best for both his children 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

to let her interact with Pete. Furthermore, Seth

equally important to

he combed her long hair, he muttered,

him

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

personification of

she was more preoccupied

Henry had lunch

hand, despite having lived twenty-seven years on earth,

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

I

her cheeks

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

then, a black Audi with the plate number

Alfred’s

second

He glanced at the rearview mirror and muttered,