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.

shirts away before abruptly saying, “Shall I

Ingrid Hopper, a

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

when he heard that. After a moment of

him and gently persuaded him, “You’re

What?

not for her scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful, but being

Leslie fell silent.

put in a good word for her. Though Leslie felt that she was a good individual, it was Alfred’s opinion that mattered. Clearly, Alfred did not

water

wisely retreated from the room. At the end of the day, there were personal matters that a man

Alfred was busy

against the tiled wall and lowered his head to wash

body 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

innocent she is. She doesn’t understand

Miller residence, Melora took a

found her brother, Henry, sitting by the

to put her head on Henry’s thigh before sweetly muttering, “Henry,

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

with his and Crystal’s relationship when Crystal’s relationship with Robert was exposed. After all, the relationships involved seemed a little odd now,

was best for both his children to

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

to let her interact with Pete. Furthermore,

Melora was equally

hair, he muttered,

to 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 just a kid.

the personification

if she was more preoccupied with matters.

great terms with each other, so Henry had lunch with her before going to the firm.

despite having lived twenty-seven years on earth, Melora had never worked before.

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

am I here?

and her cheeks were heating

had said that little girls like her were unsuitable for him. Pah! Who wants to be a match for him? It’s just because

black Audi with the plate number “XX8888” drove toward the road.

Alfred’s

second

Leslie was seated in the front passenger seat. He