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.

shirts away before abruptly saying, “Shall I invite Miss Hopper over to keep you

Hopper” was none other than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned

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

the bathroom when he heard that. After a moment of contemplation, he answered,

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

What?

scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful, but being with

Leslie fell silent.

good word for her. Though Leslie felt that she was a good individual, it

of running water came from

wisely retreated from the room. At the end of the day, there were personal matters

Alfred was busy with something.

a hand against the tiled wall and lowered his head to

was a beautiful woman who was waiting for him to her, but he was simply not in the mood for her. In fact,

is. She doesn’t understand

residence, Melora

Henry, sitting by the

to put her head on Henry’s thigh before sweetly

her cheeks. “Well, you’re still calling her your sister-in-law.”

not quite agree with his and Crystal’s relationship when Crystal’s relationship with Robert was exposed. After all, the relationships involved seemed a little odd now,

best for both his children

fuss, agitating David’s own temper. In his fury to counter the Lodge

Crystal, and he was unwilling to let her interact with Pete. Furthermore, Seth

equally important to

muttered, “Have you really made up your mind?”

to him and mumbled a

them before they could be voiced out loud. Lynette had called him, and he had found out about what happened the

was the personification of

Melora would recover faster if she was more preoccupied with

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

years on

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

I

was dumbfounded, and her cheeks were heating up.

her were unsuitable for him. Pah! Who wants to be a match for him? It’s just because he’s Crystal’s uncle…

with the plate

was Alfred’s car.

for a second

seat. He glanced at the