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.

kept his shirts away before abruptly saying, “Shall I invite Miss Hopper over to

Hopper” was none other than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned opera

the same wavelength as Alfred. In the past, Alfred would occasionally meet

already on his way to the bathroom when he heard that. After a moment of contemplation, he answered, “No, I’m

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

What?

woman if not for her scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful, but being with her makes me feel

Leslie fell silent.

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.

of running water

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

was busy with something.

his climax, he supported himself with a hand against the tiled

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 Melora kneeling

she is. She doesn’t

Miller residence, Melora

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

head on Henry’s thigh before sweetly muttering, “Henry, how are

squeezed her cheeks. “Well, you’re still calling her your sister-in-law.”

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

he decided it was best for both his children to break it off

uncle, Alfred, had come to their family to kick up a fuss, agitating David’s own temper. In his fury to counter the Lodge

for Crystal, and he was unwilling to let her

was equally

hair, he muttered, “Have you really made up your

him and mumbled a “yes.”

had found out about what happened the

was the personification of elegance, after all.

would recover faster if she was more preoccupied with

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

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

for her to stay in the same place anymore.

I

dumbfounded, and her cheeks were heating

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

Audi with the plate number “XX8888” drove toward

was Alfred’s

blinked for a second before tailing him.

He glanced at