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.

meters. The dining room was separated from the entertainment area. There were over a

cigarette, a man dressed to his nines came over

a tough man

When he turned to Melora, he chuckled. “Where did you find this girl from? She looks

out a ring of smoke.

not believe him,

After all, men like them would only bring their lovers to such gatherings. Though Alfred was not married, he

had called, hoping to find out more information about

and said, “I’m not pulling your leg. She’s the Miller family’s daughter and Henry’s

men in the room were

little sister of the legal world’s Grim Reaper?

of Melora’s head. “The girl said she wanted to learn more about the world, so I brought her with me. Cease the nonsense, all right?”

is Eras Yonder.

over. She looked young,

intimate with Eras.

things worked between Alfred’s group, Melora sweetly greeted,

so did the

asked where Alfred had found her. Though the woman was laughing as well, she

during the meal was merry, and the people were not

it a social event. These prominent figures needed a way to maintain their connections

was the one with the highest

energy source. Any simple project he could offer them would let them live the rest of their lives without the need to worry about their financial

Alfred had use

Melora, but Alfred

the others stopped trying.

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 going to say nothing else about it.

whisper, “Mr. Alfred,

turned off the

little more than he wanted, so he was

rose, he mulled over Melora’s

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

was lonely at the top.

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

a silly young woman like Melora would make everything seem

a matter of fact, Alfred was starting to regret

At the

restroom cubicle door even

pleasured sounds rang out, sometimes soft and sometimes urgent, mixing with a

Melora stiffened.

she could tell what was happening in the cubicle. They were definitely not a married couple, for a married couple would not be so urgent to

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

men must have brought their lovers here, but Alfred brought

she glared at Alfred.

a mysterious look

him

had thought that Alfred was a gentleman.

lowered his voice as he said, “Why are