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.

dining room was separated from the entertainment area. There were over a dozen people seated by the table when they arrived, and they were all waiting for

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

tough man to

image. When he turned to Melora, he chuckled. “Where did you find this

smoke. “She’s a young family friend.”

man did not believe

all, men like them would only bring their lovers to such gatherings. Though Alfred was not

called, hoping to find out more information about

leg. She’s the Miller family’s

in the

world’s Grim Reaper? Why did Alfred bring

learn more about the world, so I brought

is Eras Yonder. You

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

intimate with Eras.

group, Melora sweetly greeted,

woman chuckled, and so

then laughed and asked where Alfred had found her. Though the woman was laughing as well, she was a little stunned. How many young

was merry, and the people were not reserved

social event. These prominent figures

Alfred was the one

let them live the rest of their lives without the need to worry about their financial

course, Alfred had use for them

Miller family and Henry came over to toast Melora, but Alfred shielded her from

the others stopped trying.

something else about their relationship, but since Alfred said she was merely his young family friend,

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

the golden faucet.

he wanted,

rose, he mulled over Melora’s words.

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

was lonely at the

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

like Melora would make everything seem so simple.

of fact, Alfred was starting to

also delighted. At the start, it was

even started

sounds rang out, sometimes soft and sometimes

Melora stiffened.

a married couple would

women in the

their lovers here, but Alfred brought me here.

she glared at Alfred.

smoke, but a mysterious look had appeared on his

Melora gave him a

had thought that Alfred was a

another. hand. He lowered his voice as he said,