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.

“Shall I invite Miss

was none other than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned opera performer.

and figure, and she appeared to be on the same wavelength as Alfred. In the past, Alfred would occasionally meet with her when he was at

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

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

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

Leslie fell silent.

Leslie felt that she was a good individual, it was Alfred’s opinion that mattered. Clearly,

running water

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

was busy

against the tiled wall and lowered his head to

him to her, but he was simply not in the mood for

innocent she is. She doesn’t understand men at all.

the Miller residence, Melora

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

sweetly muttering, “Henry, how are things between

cheeks. “Well, you’re still calling her

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

was best for both his children

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

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

Melora was equally

her long hair, he muttered, “Have

pressed closer to him and mumbled a

he 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 that, with Alfred’s standing and identity, Alfred also saw Melora as just a

was the personification of

recover faster if she was more preoccupied

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

years on

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

I here?

was dumbfounded, and her cheeks were heating

a match for him? It’s just because he’s

black Audi with the plate number

was Alfred’s

a second before tailing

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