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

other than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned opera

same wavelength as Alfred. In the past, Alfred would

bathroom when he heard that. After a moment of contemplation, he answered, “No, I’m

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

What?

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

Leslie fell silent.

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

running water

the room. At the end of the day, there were personal matters that a man in his forties had to deal with

was busy with something.

he supported himself with a hand against the

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 had been

doesn’t understand men at all.

the Miller residence, Melora

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

put her head on Henry’s thigh before sweetly muttering, “Henry, how are things between you and my

squeezed her cheeks. “Well, you’re

Crystal’s relationship with Robert was exposed. After all, the relationships involved

was best for both his children to break it off with their

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

let her interact with Pete. Furthermore, Seth was in Hulcaster

equally important

he muttered, “Have you really made up

him

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 as

personification of

Melora would recover faster if she was more preoccupied

with each other, so Henry had lunch with her before going

twenty-seven years on earth, Melora

home until it was too boring for her to stay in the same place

I here?

was dumbfounded, and her cheeks

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

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

was Alfred’s car.

second

in the front passenger seat. He glanced at the