Crystal's One Night of Love

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?

younger than him, and she knew how to submit. Thus, she walked to his back to hug

he had time in the afternoon, so how

made no

study, she kept him

lift his head to ask her to get him something, and

preoccupied until eleven at night.

her against the

of him as a beast. He had told her he was not going to

as things were getting heated, someone knocked on the door before Lucia’s voice rang

handle was already

the bed

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

same time, he sat down by the edge of the bed, making it seem like he was about

she saw him, she remarked, “Are you getting

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

Lucia sat down.

the mood for a chat with her son, but that spelled misery for Melora. Being under the blanket was stuffy, and she wanted to move, but Alfred

while, Lucia finally left.

the door closed, Melora climbed out, her

I

gently pulled her out and placed her in his lap. After a long while, he muttered. “Do you like it here?”

Melora Blushed.

does he mean by that?

He took the supper his mother brought over and shared it with her.

enough for Melora, so she started

said, “Shall I wake my mother and ask her

was such a terrible man, so she started hammering her

that she was hungry. Alfred kissed her. “I’ve never met anyone who’s more troublesome than you. I’ll make supper

can cook?” she queried,

and heading to the kitchen.

equally stunned to see

cigarette and started rummaging through the refrigerator. “Supper wasn’t enough, so I’m thinking of making

Lucia let her precious son do

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 are you going to find a

Alfred kept quiet.

water in the pot was boiling, Lucia scooped the ravioli onto

was a popular garnish among young

left. Halfway to his room, he

did not eat cilantro, but Lucia had garnished the dish with that. It seemed like

in love, every day seemed to be wonderful.

have Melora spend the harvest festival together before sending her back

things one step at a time for their

residence for three days, Melora wanted to head out for a stroll to buy some gifts for Crystal and Lucia. Furthermore, she heard that pumpkin

Melora’s side when she shopped.

to meet a familiar face on the

by the side of the road. Knowing that Alfred had a brighter future than her, she prioritized

strode over to knock

then got out of the

smiled and greeted him. “I saw your car from afar, but I didn’t think that it was

was about to say something, Melora jogged over with a few bags. Her face was flushed from her exercise, and she was

spare a few more glances.

Since Molly had a son, she cleared her throat and started, “Alfred, this is…”

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

young family friend?

she heard that, and she felt upset. So, even here in Coldbridge, he can’t introduce me as his