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

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

a tough man to invite.”

was handsome, though his eyes gave him a frivolous image. When he turned to Melora, he chuckled. “Where did you find this girl from? She looks

ring of smoke.

did not believe him, however.

like them would only bring their lovers to

Ingrid had called, hoping to find

your leg. She’s the Miller family’s daughter and Henry’s little

men in the room were shocked.

Grim Reaper? Why did Alfred

Melora’s head. “The girl said she wanted to learn more about the world, so

then prompted Melora to greet the others. “This is Eras Yonder.

walked over. She looked young, maybe even

appeared intimate

Alfred’s group, Melora sweetly greeted, “Mr. Yonder. Mrs.

chuckled, and so did

had found her. Though the woman was laughing as well, she was a little stunned. How many

was merry, and the people were not reserved

a meal, perhaps it would be more accurate to call it a social

group, Alfred was the one with the highest standing.

had several resources regarding the new energy source. Any simple project he could offer them would let them live the rest of their lives without

Alfred had use

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

others stopped trying.

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

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

turned off the

he wanted, so he was

he

not indebted to each other, all of them hoped to

at

him “Mr. Lodge” now, if he

young woman like Melora would

fact, Alfred was starting to regret having brought her

sound came 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 caring about where they

even started shaking vigorously.

sounds rang out, sometimes soft and sometimes urgent, mixing

Melora stiffened.

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

must have brought their lovers here, but Alfred brought

eyes, she glared

mysterious

gave him a kick.

Alfred was a gentleman.

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