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 over to keep you company?”

other than Ingrid

looks and figure, and she appeared to be on the same wavelength as Alfred. In the past, Alfred would

that. After a moment of contemplation, he answered, “No, I’m not keen

followed him and gently persuaded him, “You’re too hard on

What?

turned around 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

Leslie fell silent.

felt that she was a good individual, it was Alfred’s opinion

sound of running water came from the bathroom.

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

busy

climax, he supported himself with a hand against the

the mood for her. In fact, during that moment of impulse, the

doesn’t understand

Melora took a nap.

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

her head on Henry’s thigh before sweetly muttering,

squeezed her cheeks. “Well, you’re still calling her

relationships involved seemed a little odd now, and as a father, it

best for both his children

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

Crystal, and he was unwilling to let her interact with

Melora was equally important to

combed her long hair, he muttered, “Have

to him

but he 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

was the personification

recover faster if she

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

twenty-seven years

to stay in the same place

I

and her cheeks were heating up.

unsuitable for him. Pah! Who wants to be a match

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

Alfred’s

blinked for a second before tailing

the Audi, Leslie was seated in the front passenger seat. He glanced at the rearview mirror and muttered,