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 invite Miss Hopper over to keep

other than Ingrid Hopper, a

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

bathroom when he heard that. After a moment of contemplation, he answered, “No, I’m

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

What?

not for her scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful, but being with her makes me feel as though

Leslie fell silent.

for her. Though Leslie felt that she was

sound of running water came

there were personal matters that a man in his forties had to deal

was busy with something.

hand against the tiled wall and lowered his head

her, but he was simply not in the

is. She doesn’t understand men at

Melora took a nap.

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

on Henry’s thigh before sweetly muttering, “Henry,

squeezed her cheeks. “Well, you’re still

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

for both his children to break it off with

David’s own temper. In his fury to counter the Lodge family’s arrogance,

and he was unwilling to let her interact with Pete.

Melora was equally important to Henry.

long hair, he muttered, “Have you

closer to him and

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

personification of elegance,

if she was more preoccupied with matters.

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

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

place anymore. Hence, she drove out. Ultimately, she

I

and her cheeks were heating up.

him. Pah! Who wants to be a match for him? It’s just because he’s Crystal’s uncle… It’s just because he’s a little more handsome than

then, a black Audi with the plate

was Alfred’s car.

a second

He glanced at the rearview mirror and muttered, “It’s