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.

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than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned opera performer.

excellent looks and figure, and she appeared to be on the same wavelength as Alfred. In the past, Alfred would occasionally meet with her when

already on his way to the bathroom when he heard that. After a moment of contemplation, he answered,

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

What?

you up to this? She’s a good woman if not for her scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful, but being with her makes

Leslie fell silent.

felt that she was a good individual, it was Alfred’s opinion that mattered. Clearly, Alfred did not think much of

running water

room. At the end of the day, there were personal matters that

Alfred was busy with

with a hand against the

not in the mood for her. In

innocent she is. She doesn’t understand men

Miller residence, Melora took

her brother, Henry,

her head on Henry’s thigh before sweetly muttering,

“Well, you’re still calling her your

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

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

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

her interact with Pete. Furthermore, Seth was in

was equally

hair, he muttered,

him and mumbled a

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 a

was the personification of elegance, after all.

would recover faster if she was more preoccupied with matters.

were on great terms with each other, so Henry

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

her to stay in the same place anymore.

I

her

wants to be a match for him? It’s

then, a black Audi with the plate number “XX8888” drove

was Alfred’s

for a second before tailing

seated in the front passenger seat. He