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

other than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned opera

appeared to be on the same wavelength as

the bathroom when he heard that. After a moment of contemplation, he answered, “No, I’m not keen

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

What?

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.

with him to put in a good word for her. Though Leslie felt that she was a

sound of running water came from the

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

Alfred was busy with

hand against the

was simply not in the

She doesn’t understand men at

residence, Melora

woke, she found her brother, Henry, sitting

before sweetly muttering, “Henry, how are things between you and my sister-in-law?”

cheeks. “Well, you’re still calling

father did not quite agree with his and Crystal’s relationship when Crystal’s relationship with Robert was exposed. After all, the relationships involved seemed a little odd now, and as a father, it would not be good for him to side with either one of the children.

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

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

let her interact with Pete. Furthermore, Seth

equally

muttered, “Have you really made up your

to him

Lynette had called him, and he had found out about what happened the day. before. Therefore, he guessed that, with Alfred’s standing and

personification of elegance, after all.

would recover faster if she was more preoccupied with matters.

on great terms with each other, so Henry had lunch with her before going to

twenty-seven years on

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

am I

dumbfounded, and her

her were unsuitable for him. Pah! Who wants to be a match for him? It’s just because he’s Crystal’s uncle…

with the plate number “XX8888”

was Alfred’s

a second before

in the front passenger seat. He glanced at the rearview mirror and muttered, “It’s