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.

entertainment area. There were over a dozen people seated by the table when they arrived, and they were all waiting

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

tough man

he turned to Melora, he chuckled.

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

did not believe him,

their lovers to

Ingrid had called, hoping to

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

in the room

of the legal world’s Grim

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

is Eras Yonder. You can call

over. She looked young, maybe even younger than Melora.

intimate

things worked between Alfred’s group, Melora sweetly

and so did

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

and the people were not reserved around each

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

was the one with the highest standing.

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

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 well-acquainted with those

others stopped

could tell that there was something else about their relationship, but

Melora leaned in to whisper, “Mr.

turned off the golden

more than he wanted, so he was

he mulled over Melora’s words.

were not indebted to each other, all of them hoped

at

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

like Melora would make everything seem so

was starting to regret

also delighted. At the start, it was unrhythmic,

door even

sometimes soft and sometimes urgent, mixing with

Melora stiffened.

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

ages of the young women in the room, a sour

lovers here, but Alfred brought

eyes, she glared at Alfred.

to smoke, but a mysterious look had appeared

Melora gave him a

had thought that Alfred was a gentleman.

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