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.

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

man dressed to his nines

a tough man to invite.”

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

blew out a ring of smoke. “She’s a young family friend.”

man did not

would? After all, men like them would only bring their lovers to such gatherings.

called, hoping to find out more information about Alfred

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

in the room were

world’s Grim Reaper? Why did Alfred

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

“This is Eras Yonder. You can

a gorgeous woman walked over. She

appeared intimate with

group, Melora sweetly

and so did the

was laughing as well, she was a

the people

call it a social event. These prominent figures needed

the one with

offer them would let them live the rest of their lives without the need to worry about their

course, Alfred had use

but Alfred shielded her from them. Without beating around the bush, he told them, “She isn’t well-acquainted with those

others

that there was something else about their relationship, but

“Mr. Alfred,

off the golden faucet.

than he wanted, so he was

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

his classmates and they were not indebted to each other, all of them hoped to ride his coattails.

at the

calling him “Mr. Lodge” now, if he were to ever

young woman like Melora would make everything

fact, Alfred was starting to regret having brought her

sounded like someone was in pain yet also delighted. At the start, it was unrhythmic, but both parties soon got really into it and stopped

restroom cubicle door even started shaking vigorously.

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

Melora stiffened.

They were definitely not a married couple, for a married

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

lovers here, but Alfred brought

reddened eyes, she

to smoke, but a mysterious look had appeared

gave him a

that Alfred was a gentleman.

wrist with another. hand. He lowered his voice as he said,