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 dozen people seated by the table when they arrived, and

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

tough man to invite.”

him a frivolous image. When he turned to Melora, he chuckled. “Where did you

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

did not believe

men like them would only bring their lovers to

the morning, Ingrid had called, hoping to find

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

in the room were shocked.

world’s Grim Reaper? Why did

to pat the top of Melora’s head. “The girl said she wanted to learn more about the world, so

the others. “This is Eras Yonder. You can call him

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

intimate with

group, Melora sweetly greeted, “Mr. Yonder.

and so did

as well, she was a little stunned. How many young women could remain as

during the meal was merry, and the people were not

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

group, Alfred was the one

let them live the rest of their lives without the need

course, Alfred had use for them

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

others stopped

Alfred went to the restroom, Melora followed him out. Everyone in the room could tell that there was something else about their relationship, but

leaned in to whisper, “Mr. Alfred, I think they’re a

off the golden

drunk a little more than he wanted, so

rose, he

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

was lonely at the

“Mr. Lodge” now, if he were to ever fall from

Melora would make everything

a matter of fact, Alfred was starting to regret

sounded like someone was in pain yet also delighted. At the start, it was

cubicle door even started

woman’s pleasured sounds rang out, sometimes soft and sometimes urgent, mixing with

Melora stiffened.

married couple, for a married couple

the ages of the young women in the room, a sour look

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

reddened eyes, she glared at Alfred.

a mysterious look had appeared on

Melora gave him

had thought that Alfred was a gentleman.

He lowered his