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.

away before abruptly saying, “Shall I

other than Ingrid Hopper,

looks 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 Barnwood.

that. After a moment

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

What?

her scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful, but being

Leslie fell silent.

pleaded with him to 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 think much

the sound of running water

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

was busy with

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

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

innocent she is. She doesn’t understand men

the Miller residence, Melora took a

Henry, sitting by the side of her

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

squeezed her cheeks. “Well, you’re

with Robert was exposed. After all, the relationships involved seemed a little odd now,

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

to kick up a fuss, agitating David’s own temper. In his fury to counter the Lodge family’s arrogance,

for Crystal, and he was unwilling to let her interact with Pete. Furthermore, Seth

equally important

long hair, he muttered, “Have you really made up your mind?”

pressed closer to him and mumbled

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

man was the personification of elegance, after

if she was more preoccupied

on great terms with each other, so Henry had

having lived twenty-seven years on

boring for her to stay in the same place anymore. Hence, she drove out.

I

and her cheeks

had said that little girls like her were unsuitable for him. Pah! Who wants to be a match for

with the plate number “XX8888” drove toward the

Alfred’s car.

second before

the Audi, Leslie was seated in the front passenger seat. He glanced at the rearview mirror and muttered, “It’s Miss Miller’s