Crystal's One Night of Love

Even though Alfred was swamped with work, he chose to stay at Barnwood with Crystal.

Leslie managed to secure a small office through some connections.

It might have been tiny, but it had everything they needed.

Alfred usually worked there, with his bodyguards stationed outside, while Leslie moved in and out freely.

The next day, Henry rushed back from the Kingdom of Brundela, looking disheveled and ridden with guilt.

As he arrived at the ICU, Alfred confronted him and punched him. Even though Henry didn’t retaliate, Alfred’s knuckles were still slightly swollen from his outburst.

While Leslic applied ointment on Alfred’s wounds, he threw a playful jab at his boss.

“You’re getting up there in age. Shouldn’t you work on that temper of yours?”

Alfred’s anger, which had just been suppressed, flared up again. “I don’t think I hit that b*stard hard enough. I should’ve pummeled more sense into him!”

As they talked, there was commotion at the door.

Leslie went to check and soon escorted Melora inside.

He knew when to step aside, so he left.

Melora cautiously approached Alfred, who casually lit a cigarette with one hand and asked, “What brings you here?”

She held up a tube of ointment. “Let me tend to your injuries.”

In truth, Alfred had already applied the ointment, but he didn’t mind a second round.

They sat close on a narrow couch, her hand gently tending to his wound. Alfred smoked his cigarette. while gazing down at her.

Her skin was fair like porcelain, and her eyelashes were very long.

Then, Alfred asked casually, “That young man seemed nice. Why aren’t you two together?”

She was taken aback for a moment before realizing what he meant.

Taking a deep breath, she replied, “I don’t really like him.”

With that, she finished tending to him and released his hand. In a soft voice, she announced, “I’m done!”

As she attempted to leave, he grabbed her.

Melora was forced back to his side. She couldn’t be sure if it was her imagination, but it felt like they were incredibly close-close enough for her to catch a whiff of the faint tobacco scent on him.

Alfred’s eyes darkened.

He caressed her lips with his fingers, causing her to tremble and call out helplessly, “Mr. Alfred…”

Alfred lowered his head, gently pressing his forehead against hers. “Why are you here? Are you trying to atone for your brother, or is it that you can’t control your feelings, or do you actually like a man more than a decade older than you? Tell me, what do you want from me?”

He was too candid, and she felt a blush creeping up her cheeks.

She quivered, unable to respond, but Alfred wasn’t looking for words.

He kissed her.

gently teased her lips apart with his tongue

uneasy and wanted to resist.

and before she knew

All she could do was cling to his neck, and then, unable to resist any longer, she slid her hand over his shoulder, eventually

weak in the knees. She

had no idea why

started avoiding

at the hospital, and she pretended not to see him. She didn’t even greet him; she simply turned

her retreating figure with

teased, “You probably bullied

in his pockets, remembered that kiss and the way she nestled against him like a

desired her. Even when dealing with Crystal’s affairs, he couldn’t

wondered if it was possible for

to see if there was one

hadn’t found that path yet when Henry made the significant decision to secretly

learning about the matter, Alfred slapped him

go any further. He knew how difficult this decision must have been for Henry.

of alcohol. Even Leslie couldn’t stop him. In the end. Leslie found Melora and begged her to persuade Alfred to stop. “Mr. Lodge has an important meeting tomorrow morning. If he keeps drinking like this,

pleaded for a long time, Melora

her but didn’t go inside. He

and dimly lit room, it took a

of

she said, stepping forward to grab his hand and prevent him

bloodshot. After a long silence, he said, “You should go.”

Melora refused

knelt on the carpet, gathering up the bottles of wine.

like she was playing house. It looked rather

had been drinking, he knew she wasn’t a child anymore. She was a mature woman.

pulled her closer, studying her carefully. During this difficult time, it felt

as he said, “Melora, let’s

compromised. Just like any ordinary man, he couldn’t resist temptation. He wanted to cherish the woman he liked. At that moment, he even thought about the consequences of them being intimate with each other. If they

his words clearly.

had already

her. His lips tasted like the

uttered, sounding scared while trembling violently.

Alfred gently caressed her face and gazed at her.

what he wanted, for his gaze held both desire and possessiveness. It was a gaze that

then, he took her for the

Alfred was tender and

the alcohol had caused his inhibitions to be tossed out the window, and

to a small bed in the adjacent room. It was a creaky old

wires of the bedframe shook like a small boat in

in a relationship before,

in bed, and he didn’t

stay away

morning, Melora woke

ached, but it was a pleasant ache,

A husky male voice came from above

didn’t dare

control like this. Moreover, there were many things left for him to resolve.

up in half an hour. There were some things he wanted to tell her right now.