Crystal's One Night of Love

Alfred lowered his head to look at the pair of fair hands.

Yet, his gaze went unnoticed by her as she continued holding his arm while they walked out of the cemetery.

Leslie, still holding the umbrella and trailing after them, was silent in contemplation.

The night before, Alfred had said that he was not interested in Ingrid’s company. Perhaps it was not because Ingrid was boring, but because he had encountered someone better that everyone else paled in comparison.

When they were on their way back, Alfred told the driver to take Melora’s car.

Melora sat beside Alfred. She was rather talkative and not at all fazed by what happened the night before.

Leslie drove with a smile, thinking, It’s rare that Mr. Lodge isn’t getting irritable.

Mid-journey, Alfred received a call from his university friend from Barnwood about a gathering in the afternoon.

After speaking for a while, Alfred suddenly turned to Melora.

He chuckled and went on, “You all must be doing this on purpose. You know that I’m single, but you still want me to bring a female companion. Aren’t you trying to make life tough for me?”

The person on the other end responded to Alfred’s words, but Melora could not hear what they said.

Alfred proceeded to stretch his arm to touch his car seat. “All right, all right.”

He ended the call.

If it was another day, Leslie would have definitely arranged for someone to be Alfred’s female companion-someone sensible and obedient. However, there was another woman in the car, and Leslie could not tell what Alfred’s plan was, so he said nothing.

Sure enough, once Alfred tossed his phone aside, he turned to Melora to say, “Join me for a meal.”

Melora hesitated. Mr. Alfred’s friends are probably a whole bunch of old men too, right?

Alfred added, “If you go, you’ll get monetary gifts.”

At that, Melora agreed to it.

After returning to the hotel, Alfred had a change of clothes.

He was still wearing his usual white shirt and black slacks, but he undid two of his shirt buttons and rolled his sleeves up to his elbow to reveal his defined forearms.

His body was one that women would fall for.

After that, he drove the black Lotus and brought her to an obscure upscale clubhouse that only members could enter. The average person could not come to this establishment, for they would not know about it in the first place.

The Miller family was wealthy, but they were in a different social circle, so Melora had never been to this clubhouse.

The manager dared not stare at Alfred as he led them to a private room. All he said was, “Enjoy yourself, Mr. Lodge.”

Alfred inclined his head.

Then, the gilded carved doors slowly closed. Alfred leaned against the doorframe and lit a cigarette.

It was clear that he was a frequent visitor to the clubhouse.

were over a dozen people seated by the table when they arrived,

dressed to his nines came over with a

tough

man was handsome, though his eyes gave him a frivolous image. When he turned to Melora, he

smoke. “She’s a young

did not

bring their lovers to such gatherings.

in the morning, Ingrid had called, hoping

smiled and said, “I’m not pulling your leg. She’s

the room were

sister of the legal world’s Grim Reaper? Why did Alfred bring

girl said she wanted to learn more about the world, so I brought her with

then prompted Melora to greet the others. “This is Eras Yonder. You can call him Mr. Yonder.”

over. She

appeared intimate

group, Melora sweetly greeted, “Mr. Yonder.

chuckled, and so did the rest.

woman was laughing as well, she was

meal was merry, and the people were not reserved around each other.

be more accurate to call it a social event. These prominent figures needed a way to maintain their connections with

the one

had several resources regarding the new energy source. Any simple project he could offer them would let them live the rest of their lives without the need to

had use for them too.

came over to toast Melora, but Alfred shielded her from them. Without beating around the bush, he told them, “She isn’t well-acquainted

others stopped trying.

the room could tell that there was something else about their relationship, but

Melora leaned in to whisper, “Mr. Alfred, I think they’re a

turned off the golden faucet.

a little more than he wanted, so he was smoking

he mulled

were his classmates and they were not indebted to each other, all

at the top.

were respectfully calling him “Mr. Lodge” now, if he were to ever fall from grace, they would

Melora

Alfred was starting to regret having brought her here.

the restroom. It sounded like someone was in pain yet also delighted. At the start, it was unrhythmic,

restroom cubicle door even started

pleasured sounds rang out, sometimes soft and

Melora stiffened.

definitely not a married couple, for a married couple would

the young women in the room, a sour look crept onto her face.

brought their lovers here, but Alfred

reddened eyes, she

to smoke, but a mysterious look had appeared on

him a kick.

that Alfred was

her wrist with another. hand. He lowered his voice as he said, “Why are you losing your temper