Crystal's One Night of Love

The next time Melora saw Alfred was two months later.

Julia was an opera buff.

Her favorite performer, Ingrid, had three performances that month.

Unfortunately, Julia fell sick, so she had no choice but to give Melora the tickets and have the latter present Ingrid flowers on her behalf. On top of that, she instructed Melora to get an autograph from Ingrid.

Since Melora had nothing better to do, she invited Crystal along to the opera.

Crystal readily agreed on account of the recent thaw in her relationship with Henry and the fact that she always doted on Melora. She also invited Madison to join them.

La Scala was the best opera house in the north.

On that particular day, Ingrid played the titular character of the opera Carmen. Her impressive performance was greeted with thunderous applause, yet Melora had mostly been yawning throughout the show.

If it wasn’t for the autograph she had to get for her mother, she would have already left. halfway. She just couldn’t fathom why the performers had to put on thick makeup and wear gaudy costumes.

Isn’t it uncomfortable?

Once the show was over, Ingrid left the stage in tears.

However, her expression changed completely the moment she went backstage. While removing her earrings, she instructed her assistant, “I’m not meeting any fans tonight. Tell them to come back some other time.”

As someone who came from a long line of opera singers, Ingrid naturally exuded an air of arrogance.

It wasn’t a big deal not to meet ordinary fans, but there was someone important in attendance that evening, a fact that put the assistant in a dilemma.

She explained, “It’s fine if you don’t meet the others, but I’m afraid there’s one person today you have to see no matter what.”

After taking off the outer layer of her costume, Ingrid asked curiously, “Who is this that I have no choice but to meet?”

“The daughter of the Miller family! She’s here to get an autograph on behalf of her mother, who couldn’t come due to feeling under the weather.”

Ingrid froze abruptly before breaking into a vibrant smile the very next second.

“The daughter of the Miller family? In that case, I must see her… Mrs. Miller has always been. a very generous patron. Bring her backstage. I’ll sign an autograph for her.”

The moment she finished, Ingrid swept the curtain aside and headed inside her room from. where a crisp male voice could be heard..

Meanwhile, Melora and her companions were led backstage by the assistant.

From the hundreds of flower bouquets that lined the corridor, it was clear how wildly popular Ingrid was.

Thirty-two among them were sent by someone named Mr. Lodge.

Mr. Lodge…

The name caused Melora’s heart to pound furiously.

Is it who I think it is?

Trailing Melora’s gaze, the assistant explained with a smile, “Mr. Lodge is an old friend of Miss Hopper. Whenever he is in Barnwood, he will definitely attend her performance. I heard he’s someone important who doesn’t spare his time for just about anyone. Only Miss Hopper has the honor of him gracing her performance with his presence.”

listening to the assistant’s remarks, Melora felt a sudden urge to

group had arrived at the entrance of the makeup room by then. The

the door gradually opened, the sight that greeted them shocked Melora.

up, revealing a face with features so

was dressed in a white shirt and black slacks. His face was

he held in his hand a golden hairpin that he was

made it obvious to everyone what their relationship

never expected to walk

out that he fancies the sort of stunning beauty that Miss Hopper

Alfred was just as

down the hairpin in his hand and called

kept mum.

she didn’t want to respond to

she knew, both of them barely knew each other, but the familiarity in Alfred’s

amidst this awkward moment that Leslie

too, was equally blown away by the

as Alfred’s old hand, he deftly defused the situation by speaking to Crystal. “Miss Lodge, I’m surprised to see you here! Mr. Lodge has missed you and

situation, Crystal

what was going on. She quickly broke into a smile and commented, “What

moment, Ingrid interjected with a chuckle. “So, you’re Mr. Lodge’s niece. Why don’t I buy

opened her fan, releasing a pleasant fragrance into the air.

spoken than Melora replied, “I’m not going. I have

air of awkwardness descended upon the room, Leslie added, “I’ll medication for

a side-eye from Ingrid, who teased coyly, “Leslie, you have never shown me such attention when

was directed at Leslie, she was complaining about Alfred not

faintly as he replied, “Don’t you already have more than enough. people to fuss

Ingrid cooed, “My headaches have always been

Melora’s face to lose

for all of them to

Ingrid made an effort to treat Crystal warmly due to her desire to

wasn’t particularly receptive to the former.

favor with Melora by serving her some ribs, Alfred unexpectedly did the

of ribs couldn’t feel any more disgusting to Melora.

her childish feelings, Alfred remarked, “You should have more

him with a gentle look in her eyes, added, “That’s right. You’re still growing,

Alfred and had greeted the latter accordingly,

endure

restroom and splashed her face with

unable to hold her tears

but knew she had no reason to be angry at

should I suffer such

opened before being closed

still crying, her face pale like snow and her nose red

later that she noticed Alfred had entered and locked the door behind him. Staring blankly into the mirror with tears rolling down her cheeks, she

tender tone.

by staring daggers

the lustful look in his eyes when he was with Ingrid. Even though he didn’t do anything particularly suggestive, it was obvious that he

an old pervert!