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.

separated from the entertainment area. There were over

man dressed to

a tough man

was handsome, though his eyes gave him a frivolous image. When he turned to Melora,

of smoke. “She’s a

not believe

men like them would only bring their lovers to such gatherings. Though Alfred was not married, he would have confidantes.

had called, hoping

leg. She’s the Miller family’s daughter

men in the

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

reached out to pat the top of Melora’s head. “The girl said she wanted to learn more about the world, so I brought her with me. Cease the nonsense, all right?”

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

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

intimate with

Alfred’s group,

so did the

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

was merry, and the people were not reserved around each other.

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

Alfred was the one

offer them would let them live the rest

course, Alfred had use for

Henry came over to toast Melora, but Alfred shielded her from them. Without beating around the bush, he told

the others

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

“Mr. Alfred, I think they’re a little afraid of you.”

turned off the golden

a little more than he wanted, so he was smoking to

he mulled over Melora’s

were not indebted

was lonely at the

he were to ever fall from grace, they would crush him and leave him in pieces.

Melora would make

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

from inside the restroom. It sounded like someone was in pain yet also delighted. At the start, it

restroom cubicle door even started shaking vigorously.

and sometimes

Melora stiffened.

tell what was happening in the cubicle. They were definitely not a married couple, for a married couple would not be so

she thought about the ages of the young women in the room, a sour look crept onto

brought their lovers

reddened eyes, she glared

to smoke, but a mysterious look

him a kick.

that Alfred was

his fingers, Alfred reached out to hold her wrist with another. hand. He lowered his voice as he said, “Why are you losing your temper