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.

from the entertainment area. There were over a dozen people seated by the table when they arrived,

with his cigarette, a man dressed to his nines came

tough

eyes gave him a frivolous image. When he turned to Melora,

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

not

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

called, hoping to find out more

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

in the room

world’s Grim Reaper? Why did Alfred bring her

reached out to pat the top 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?”

Melora to greet the others. “This is Eras

a gorgeous woman walked over. She looked young, maybe even

intimate

things worked between Alfred’s group, Melora sweetly

chuckled, and so did the

found her. Though the woman was laughing as well, she was a little stunned. How many young women

the people were not reserved around each

it a social event. These prominent

was the one with

energy source. Any simple project he could offer them would let them live the rest of their lives without the

Alfred had use for

toast Melora, but Alfred shielded her from them. Without

others stopped trying.

out. Everyone in the room could tell that there was something else about their

in to whisper, “Mr.

off the golden faucet.

he wanted, so he

the smoke rose, he mulled over

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

at the

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

woman like Melora would make everything seem so simple.

starting

delighted. At the start, it was unrhythmic, but both parties soon got really

even started shaking

sometimes soft and sometimes

Melora stiffened.

the cubicle. They were definitely not a married couple, for a married couple would not be so urgent to do such a thing in a public place, especially when they had a reputation to uphold.

the young women in the room, a

men must have brought their lovers here, but Alfred brought me here.

she glared at

smoke, but a mysterious look had appeared

him a

Alfred was

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