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?

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

busy with work. It was rare that he had time

made no protests.

study, she kept him

a while, Alfred would lift his head to ask her to get him something, and she would eagerly run errands

kept him preoccupied until eleven at

had time to pin her against the bed to

He had told her he was not going to do

were getting heated, someone knocked on the door before Lucia’s voice rang out. “Alfred, you’re not asleep yet, right? I’ve brought you supper.”

was already

people on the bed stiffened.

was a whisper. “What do

the same time, he sat down by

saw him, she remarked, “Are you

“Yes. I’m exhausted

Lucia sat down.

in 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 had clamped her head with his legs. He even reached. under the blanket to pat her on the head as if she was

Lucia finally

door closed, Melora climbed out, her

Alfred, I can’t breathe!”

his lap. After a long while, he muttered.

Melora Blushed.

he mean by that?

the supper his mother brought over and shared

was not enough for Melora, so she

my mother and ask her to make another set

such a terrible man, so she started hammering her

long while of messing around later, she hugged his neck and told him that she was hungry. Alfred kissed her. “I’ve never met anyone who’s more troublesome than

can cook?” she queried, still hugging

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

stunned to

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

could Lucia let her

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 are you going to

Alfred kept quiet.

ravioli onto a smaller plate before putting a dash of cilantro on it.

had heard that cilantro was a popular

Halfway to

cilantro, but Lucia had garnished the dish with that. It seemed like his mother

every day seemed to be wonderful.

had yet to publicize their relationship. Alfred planned to have Melora

going to take things one step at a

head out for a stroll to buy some gifts for Crystal and

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

expected to meet a

she was done with her meal, she spotted Alfred’s car stopped by the side of the road. Knowing that Alfred had a brighter future than her, she prioritized

over to knock on his

then got out of

afar, but I didn’t think

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

help but spare a few

son, she cleared

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

young family

beat when she heard that, and she