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

than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned

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

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

him and gently persuaded him, “You’re too

What?

not for her scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful, but being with her makes me feel as though I’m in a diplomatic

Leslie fell silent.

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 of

sound of running water came

end of the day, there were personal matters that a man in his forties had to deal

Alfred was busy with something.

he supported himself with a hand against the tiled wall and lowered his head to wash his body.

body clearly needed it, and there was a beautiful woman who was waiting for him to her, but he was simply not in the mood

is. She doesn’t

the Miller residence, Melora took a nap.

Henry, sitting by the side of her

sweetly muttering, “Henry, how are things

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

relationships involved seemed a little odd now, and

his children to break it

up a fuss, agitating David’s own temper. In

and he was unwilling to let her interact with Pete.

was equally important

hair, he muttered, “Have

him

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

the personification of elegance,

she was

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

twenty-seven years on earth, Melora had never worked

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

I

her cheeks

wants to be a match for him? It’s just because he’s Crystal’s uncle… It’s just because he’s a little

with the plate number “XX8888” drove

Alfred’s

for a second

in the front passenger seat. He glanced at the rearview mirror and