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

Ingrid Hopper, a renowned opera performer.

she appeared to be on the same wavelength as Alfred. In the past, Alfred would occasionally meet with her when

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

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

What?

for her scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful, but being with her makes me feel as

Leslie fell silent.

a good word for her. Though Leslie felt that she was a good individual, it was Alfred’s opinion that

water came

wisely retreated from the room. At the end of the day, 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 to wash his body.

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

doesn’t understand men at

the Miller residence, Melora took a nap.

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

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

you’re still calling her your sister-in-law.”

relationship with Robert was exposed. After all, the relationships involved seemed a little odd now, and as a father, it

both his children to break it off with their

David’s own temper. In his fury

he was unwilling to let her interact with

equally important

hair, he muttered, “Have you really made

him and mumbled

found out about what happened the day. before. Therefore,

personification

would recover faster if she was more

great terms with each other, so Henry had lunch

the other hand, despite having lived twenty-seven years on earth, Melora had never worked before.

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 lobby of the

am I

dumbfounded, and her cheeks

said that little girls like her were unsuitable for him. Pah! Who wants to be a match for him? It’s just

a black Audi with the plate number “XX8888”

was Alfred’s car.

for a second before

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