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 table when they arrived, and they were all waiting

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

a tough man

he turned to Melora, he chuckled. “Where did

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

not

to such gatherings.

morning, Ingrid had called, hoping to find

“I’m not pulling your leg. She’s the

in the room

Grim Reaper? Why did Alfred bring her here?

Melora’s head. “The girl said she wanted to learn more about

to greet the others. “This is Eras Yonder. You can call

She looked young, maybe even younger than

intimate

knowing how things worked between Alfred’s group,

and so did the

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

meal was merry, and the people were not reserved around

more accurate to call it a social event. These prominent figures

group, Alfred was the one with the highest

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

Alfred had use

with the Miller family and Henry came over to toast Melora, but Alfred shielded her from them. Without

the others

about their relationship, but since Alfred said she was merely his young family friend, they were going to say nothing else about

Alfred washed his hands, Melora leaned in to whisper, “Mr. Alfred, I think they’re a little afraid

off the golden

drunk a little more than he wanted, so

he mulled over Melora’s words.

these people were his classmates and they were not indebted to each other, all of

was lonely at the top.

of him and were respectfully calling him “Mr. Lodge” now, if he were to

young woman like Melora would make everything seem so

starting to regret having brought her

pain yet also delighted. At the start, it was unrhythmic, but both parties soon got really into

door even started shaking vigorously.

woman’s pleasured sounds rang out, sometimes soft and sometimes urgent, mixing with a man’s pleased

Melora stiffened.

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

about the ages of the young women in the room, a sour look

have brought their lovers here,

she

but a mysterious look had

gave him a

Alfred was a

to hold her wrist with another. hand. He lowered his voice as he said, “Why are you