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

was none other than Ingrid Hopper,

and figure, and she appeared to be on the same wavelength as

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

him, “You’re too

What?

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

Leslie fell silent.

had pleaded with him to put in a good word for her. Though Leslie felt that she was a good individual, it was

running water

of the day, there were personal matters that

busy

his climax, he supported himself with a hand against the tiled wall

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

She doesn’t understand

Melora took

found her brother, Henry, sitting

put her head on Henry’s thigh before sweetly muttering,

cheeks. “Well, you’re

the relationships involved seemed a little odd now, and as a father, it would not be good for him to side with either one

was best for both his children to break it

their family to kick up a fuss, agitating David’s own temper. In his fury to counter the

unwilling to let her

was equally

hair, he muttered, “Have you really made up

pressed closer to 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,

the personification of

faster if she was more preoccupied

each other, so Henry

years on earth, Melora had never worked

afternoon, she lounged around at home until it was too boring for her to stay in the same place anymore. Hence, she drove out. Ultimately, she ended up in the

I

dumbfounded, and her

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

black Audi with the plate number “XX8888” drove

Alfred’s car.

second before tailing

passenger seat. He glanced at the rearview mirror and muttered,