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.

square meters. The dining room was separated from the entertainment area. There were over

to

you’re a tough man to invite.”

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

out a ring of smoke.

not believe him,

would only bring their lovers to such gatherings. Though

in the morning, Ingrid had called, hoping to find out more information about

said, “I’m not pulling your leg.

the room

of the legal world’s Grim Reaper?

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

others. “This is Eras Yonder. You can

then, a gorgeous woman walked over. She looked

appeared intimate

Alfred’s group, Melora sweetly

and so did

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

the meal was merry, and the people were

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

Alfred was the

the new energy source. Any simple project he could offer them would let them

use for them

favor with the Miller family and Henry came over to toast Melora, but Alfred shielded her from them. Without beating around the bush, he told them, “She isn’t

the others stopped

him out. Everyone in the room could tell that there was something else about their relationship, but since Alfred said

washed his hands, Melora leaned in to whisper, “Mr.

the golden faucet.

a little more than he wanted, so he

smoke rose, he

and they were not indebted to each other, all of them hoped

at the top.

if he were to ever fall from

silly young woman like Melora would

a matter of fact, Alfred was starting to regret having

from 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

even started shaking vigorously.

woman’s pleasured sounds rang out, sometimes soft and

Melora stiffened.

not a married couple, for a married couple would not be so

the ages of the young women in

men must have brought their lovers here, but

reddened eyes, she glared

a mysterious look had appeared on his face.

Melora gave him a

had thought that Alfred

wrist with another. hand. He lowered his voice as he said, “Why are you losing your temper