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.

dining room was separated from the entertainment area. There were over a dozen people seated by the table when they arrived, and they were

Alfred was done with his cigarette, a man dressed to his nines came over with

a tough man

man was handsome, though his eyes gave him a frivolous image. When he turned to Melora, he chuckled. “Where did you find this girl

out a ring of smoke.

did not believe him,

lovers to such gatherings.

the morning, Ingrid had called, hoping to

not pulling your leg. She’s

the room

legal world’s Grim Reaper? Why did

wanted to learn more about the world, so I brought her with me. Cease the nonsense, all right?”

prompted Melora to greet the others. “This is Eras Yonder. You can

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

intimate with

group,

so

found her. Though the woman was laughing as well, she was a little stunned. How many young women could remain as innocent as Melora?

the people were not

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

the group, 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 need

course, Alfred had use for them

toast Melora, but Alfred shielded her from them. Without beating around the

others

room could tell that there was something else about their relationship, but since Alfred said she was merely his young family friend, they were

washed his hands, Melora leaned in to whisper, “Mr. Alfred, I think they’re a little

off the golden

a little more than he wanted, so he

smoke rose, he mulled

classmates and they were not indebted to

lonely at

he were to ever fall from

like Melora would make

starting to regret

inside the restroom. It 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 caring about where

door even started

rang out, sometimes soft and sometimes urgent,

Melora stiffened.

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 a public place, especially

women in the room, a sour look crept onto

their lovers here, but Alfred

eyes, she glared at Alfred.

mysterious look had appeared on

gave him a

thought that Alfred was a gentleman.

with another. hand. He lowered his voice