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.

area. There were over a dozen people seated

man dressed to his nines came over with

you’re a tough man

his eyes gave him a frivolous image. When he turned to Melora, he chuckled. “Where did you find this girl from?

smoke.

man did not believe

only bring their lovers to such gatherings. Though Alfred was not married,

the morning, Ingrid had called, hoping to

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

the

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

head. “The girl said she wanted to learn

is Eras Yonder. You can

a gorgeous woman walked over. She looked young,

appeared intimate

group, Melora

so did the rest.

and asked where Alfred had found her. Though the woman was laughing as well, she was a little stunned. How many young women could remain as innocent

the people were not reserved around each

call it a social event. These prominent

Alfred was the

let them live the rest

course, Alfred had use

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

others stopped

went to the restroom, Melora followed him out. Everyone in the room could tell that there was something else about their relationship, but since Alfred said she was merely his young family friend, they were

leaned in to whisper, “Mr. Alfred, I think

turned off the golden faucet.

than he wanted, so

the smoke rose, he mulled over Melora’s words.

not indebted to each other, all of them hoped to ride his coattails.

was lonely at

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

young woman like Melora would make

Alfred was starting

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

restroom cubicle door even started shaking

sometimes soft and sometimes urgent, mixing with a man’s

Melora stiffened.

couple, for a married couple would not be so urgent to do such a thing in a public place, especially when they

the ages of the young women in the room, a sour look crept

brought their lovers

eyes, she glared

smoke, but a mysterious look had appeared

gave him a kick.

thought that Alfred was

fingers, Alfred reached out to hold her wrist with another. hand. He lowered his voice as he