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.”

Melora felt a sudden urge

group had arrived at the entrance of the makeup room by then. The assistant pushed the door open. “Miss

the sight that greeted

already put on a body-hugging gown while her hair was pinned up, revealing a

a white shirt and black slacks. His face was handsome and

very moment, he held in his hand a golden hairpin that he was trying to put

actions exuded an inexplicable intimacy that made it obvious to

to the spot in shock, Melora had never expected to walk in

out that he fancies the sort of stunning beauty that Miss Hopper is. Together, both of them

Alfred was just as stunned as

the hairpin in his hand and called

Melora kept mum.

want to respond to him.

Melora. As far as she knew, both of them

moment that Leslie suddenly

blown

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 was planning a

the situation, Crystal greeted

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

a chuckle. “So, you’re Mr. Lodge’s niece. Why don’t I buy all of you dinner at the

speaking, Ingrid opened her fan, releasing

Melora replied,

the room, Leslie added, “I’ll

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

the comment was directed at Leslie, she was complaining about Alfred not

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

have always been

caused Melora’s face to lose

in and painstakingly arranged for all of them to eat inside

meal, Ingrid made an effort to treat Crystal warmly due

particularly receptive

Melora by serving her some ribs, Alfred

the two pieces of ribs couldn’t feel

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

eyes, added, “That’s right. You’re still growing,

that Melora was much younger than Alfred and had greeted the latter accordingly, Ingrid never suspected anything was going on between

Melora couldn’t endure it any

she headed to the restroom and

to hold her tears for a

but knew she had no reason to be angry at him.

I suffer such humiliation? I hate

then, the restroom door was gently opened before being closed and

was still crying, her face pale like snow and

the door behind him. Staring blankly into

a tender tone. “Are you angry?”

by staring daggers

Ingrid. Even though he didn’t do anything particularly suggestive,

an old pervert!