Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 325 Stay In My Room 2 

By the time she woke, it was evening.

The setting sun’s rays shone through the floor-to-ceiling window to gild the people on the bed with a golden sheen.

Alfred had woken up a while ago. When he saw her open her eyes, he moved over to kiss her before gently saying, “Sleep a little longer. I’ll wake you when it’s time for dinner.”

As he spoke, he got out of bed to put on his clothes.

He still had to handle a lot of work. Leslie had been waiting for him in the study for a long time, but Alfred could not bring himself to ditch her in the bedroom, fearing that she would be upset to find him missing upon waking.

He cherished her. Though he could not stay by her side at all times, he would do everything he could.

Melora was a little flustered.

She pulled the blanket higher and watched him as she leaned against the pillows.

Once Alfred put on his clothes, he leaned over to kiss her before chuckling.

After he left, Melora did not dare to sleep anymore.

She got up to visit Crystal before chatting with Lucia. Lucia was a wise elderly woman who did not shift. her anger onto Melora for being Henry’s younger sister. On the contrary, since there were few women in the Lodge family, Lucia seemed to be happy to have someone to dote on.

At night, when Alfred was done with work and returned, he found Melora picking vegetables with his mother in the garden.

Lucia was muttering, “I planted these myself, and we didn’t use any pesticides.”

He pushed the vines above his head aside and walked over. “Mom is protective of these vegetables and normally wouldn’t let anyone eat them.”

Lucia scoffed.

She then turned to Melora and said, “Don’t listen to his nonsense. If he would bring his ‘Melo’ back home, I’d give her all the vegetables I have.”

“Melo?” Melora visibly paused.

After that, Lucia briefly told her about his drunken rambles.

Realizing what had happened, Melora blusked.

Alfred quietly watched her with a half-smile, making her even more uneasy. Still, she was touched. So Mr. Alfred calls my name when he’s inebriated.

The sky turned dark.

Lucia decided to cook, and Melora stayed near her. Even though Alfred rarely entered the kitchen, he, too, was there.

After the meal, they went back to their rooms together.

When they reached the entrance, Alfred led her into his own room.

Alfred’s room was spacious, its decor a tinge of vintage. The accompanying study was equally decorated with wooden furniture, and near the window was a spot for drinking coffee.

Melora blinked, stunned.

Alfred tapped her button nose and prompted, “Shocked?”

A little embarrassed, she muttered, “I never imagined my boyfriend’s room would be like this.”

She was certainly beating around a big bush.

In other words, she was saying that his tastes were antiquated.

How could Alfred not understand that? He simply chuckled and walked over to brew a cup of coffee for her.

When she took it, he nonchalantly said. “Shall we continue tonight?”

Melora stiffened.

Are you human?

submit. Thus, she walked to his back to hug him and whined. Alfred merely held her hand and drank his coffee.

had time in the afternoon, so how

made no

the study, she kept him

a while, Alfred would lift his head to ask her to get him

preoccupied until eleven at night.

her

told her he was not going to do it

the door before Lucia’s voice rang out. “Alfred, you’re not asleep

handle was already turning.

the bed stiffened.

eyes were wide, and her voice was a whisper. “What do we

time, he sat down by the edge of the bed, making it seem like he was about to go to sleep.

she remarked, “Are you getting ready to

her a small smile. “Yes. I’m exhausted from working hard earlier.”

Lucia sat down.

stuffy, and she wanted to move, but Alfred had clamped her head with his legs. He even reached. under the blanket to pat her on the head as if she was a

Lucia

closed, Melora climbed out, her eyes teary.

I can’t breathe!”

gently pulled her out and placed her in his lap. After a long

Melora Blushed.

he mean

the questions. He took the supper his mother brought over and

was not enough for Melora, so she started whining for

pinched her cheeks and said, “Shall I wake my mother and ask her

was such a terrible man, so she started

hungry. Alfred

cook?” she queried, still

on his house shoes and heading to the kitchen. To his surprise,

stunned

rummaging through the refrigerator. “Supper wasn’t enough, so I’m

her precious son

took the ravioli out from the refrigerator and boiled them as she chided her son, “You’re not that young anymore, so cut down on the suppers. It’s time for you to keep fit. How else

Alfred kept quiet.

water in the pot was boiling, Lucia scooped the ravioli onto a smaller plate before putting a

a popular garnish among young women recently.

Halfway

that. It seemed like his mother was more perceptive than he thought.

in love, every day seemed

planned to have Melora spend the harvest festival together before

step at a

days, Melora wanted to head out for a stroll to buy some

Leslie was the one by Melora’s side when she shopped. Meanwhile, Alfred sat in

a familiar

Alfred’s car stopped by the side

to knock on his car window.

out of the

your car from afar, but I didn’t think

Melora jogged over with a few bags. Her face was flushed from her exercise, and she was even calling

could not help but spare a few more glances.

Since Molly had a son,

to learn about his private matters, Alfred said with a small smile, “A young

young family friend?

heard that, and she felt upset. So, even here in Coldbridge, he

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