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.

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

than Ingrid Hopper,

wavelength as Alfred. In the past, Alfred would

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

him, “You’re

What?

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 feel as though I’m in a diplomatic meeting. It’s exhausting.”

Leslie fell silent.

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

water came from the bathroom.

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

was busy with something.

hand against the tiled wall and lowered his head to wash

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

she is. She doesn’t understand

residence, Melora took

brother, Henry, sitting by the side of her bed.

thigh before sweetly

you’re still

was exposed. After all, the relationships involved seemed a little odd now, and as a father, it would

for both his children to break it off

a fuss, agitating David’s own temper. In his fury to counter the Lodge family’s arrogance, he decided to let Henry marry Crystal again.

to let her interact with

Melora was equally

he muttered, “Have you really made up your

closer to him and

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

the personification of

recover faster if she was more preoccupied

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

having lived twenty-seven years on earth, Melora had

until it was too boring for her to stay in the same place anymore. Hence, she

am I

was dumbfounded, and her cheeks

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

the plate number “XX8888” drove

Alfred’s

for a second before tailing him.

seat. He