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.

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

with his cigarette, a man dressed to his nines came

a tough

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

smoke. “She’s a young family

did not

bring their lovers to such gatherings. Though Alfred was

hoping to find out more information about Alfred

not pulling your leg. She’s the Miller

men in the room were

of the legal world’s Grim Reaper? Why did Alfred

said she wanted to learn more about

others. “This is Eras Yonder.

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

intimate with Eras.

between Alfred’s group, Melora

so did

then laughed and asked where Alfred had found her. Though the woman was laughing as well, she

the people were not reserved around each other.

perhaps it would be more accurate to call it a social event. These

the group, Alfred was the one

them would let them live the rest of their lives without the need

use for

Melora, but Alfred shielded

others stopped

to the restroom, Melora followed him out. Everyone in the room could tell that there was something else about their relationship, but since Alfred said she was merely his young family friend, they were going to say nothing else about

hands, Melora leaned in to whisper, “Mr. Alfred, I

turned off the golden

than he wanted, so he was smoking to sober

he mulled over

not indebted to each

lonely at

“Mr. Lodge” now, if he were to ever fall from grace, they would crush him and leave him

a silly young woman like Melora would make

was starting to regret having brought her

pain yet also delighted. At the start, it was unrhythmic, but both parties soon got really into it and stopped caring about where

restroom cubicle door even started shaking vigorously.

pleasured sounds rang out, sometimes soft and sometimes

Melora stiffened.

married couple would not be so urgent to do such a thing in a public place, especially when they

the ages of the young women in the room, a

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

reddened eyes, she glared at Alfred.

continued to smoke, but a mysterious look had

him a

had thought that Alfred

cigarette between his fingers, Alfred reached out to hold her wrist with another. hand. He lowered his voice as he said, “Why are