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.

entertainment area. There were

cigarette, a man dressed to his nines came over with

you’re a tough

image. When he turned to Melora, he chuckled. “Where did

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

man did not

bring their lovers to such gatherings. Though Alfred was not married, he would have

had called, hoping to find

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

the room

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

out to pat the top of Melora’s head. “The girl said she wanted to learn

is Eras Yonder. You can call

over. She looked young, maybe even younger

appeared intimate

knowing how things worked between Alfred’s group, Melora sweetly greeted, “Mr. Yonder.

chuckled, and so did the rest.

was laughing as well, she was

merry, and the people were not reserved around

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

Alfred was the one

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

use for them too.

Melora, but Alfred shielded her from them. Without beating

the others

else about their relationship, but since Alfred said she was merely his young family friend, they were going to say

leaned in to whisper, “Mr. Alfred, I

turned off the golden faucet.

he wanted, so

smoke rose, he

were not indebted to each

lonely at the top.

now, if he were to ever fall

a silly young woman like Melora

a matter of fact, Alfred was starting to regret having brought

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

cubicle door even started shaking vigorously.

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

Melora stiffened.

matter how foolish she was, 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 do such a thing in

in the room, a sour look crept onto

must have brought their lovers here, but Alfred brought

she glared

but a mysterious look had appeared on

him a kick.

had thought that Alfred was

to hold her wrist with another. hand. He lowered his