Crystal's One Night of Love

At two in the afternoon, Leslie came to pick Alfred up.

After Alfred boarded the vehicle, Leslie teased, “You seem high-spirited today.”

Alfred grinned. “Not at all. She was so clingy that I feel tired!”

Leslic chuckled.

Hours later, Alfred left his meeting with a scowl.

Leslie approached him, asking in a whisper, “What happened?”

“We’ll talk in the car.”

Once inside the automobile, Alfred pulled the curtains for the windows and sighed. “Do you remember the project from half a year ago?”

Leslie nodded.

Undoing one button on his shirt, Alfred continued, “I recommended Noel for the project. However, he and his wife died in a suspicious car accident.”

Leslie was stunned for a long while.

Lowering his head, Alfred lit a cigarette with trembling fingers. Several minutes passed before he took a puff. What he didn’t tell Leslie was that there were obvious bruises on Noel and his wife that looked like they were beaten up.

Ultimately, Noel had sacrificed his and his wife’s lives to protect the project data.

Someone had to take over the project.

And since Alfred was the one who designated Noel to oversee it, he had to take responsibility.

As he continued to smoke with his quivering fingers, he removed the small box from his pocket with another hand. Initially, he planned to propose to Melora today and marry her after Christmas.

However, Noel’s death made him question if he should.

The sight of Noel’s and his wife’s ghastly deaths haunted Alfred.

Though Alfred didn’t speak his mind, Leslie could guess what the former was thinking about. Unfortunately, he could only remain silent.

Suddenly, something smashed into the black Audi, launching Alfred forward.

When the car stopped, a man in black clothing riding a motorcycle in front of the automobile halted as well. He then peered through the window as though he had x-ray vision.

The driver cursed and made to exit the vehicle.

Bearing the pain, Alfred exclaimed, “Don’t step out of the car! It’s dangerous!”

When the man in black clothing saw the car didn’t move, he sped off.

Leslie crawled to the backseat to check Alfred’s injury. “How are you feeling, Mr. Lodge?”

Alfred pressed his hand on his abdomen. I must’ve broken a rib.

Despite that, he didn’t show any emotions in his countenance. “To think they’ve received the news so soon. after the meeting concluded! This foreign company is outrageous!”

As much as he wanted to avenge Noel and the latter’s wife, he had to focus more on protecting his own life.

At that moment, his phone rang.

It was from Melora. After a brief moment of hesitation, Alfred answered the call and uttered gently, “I’ve got an emergency at Coldbridge, so I won’t be joining you later, Melora.”

was aware of how disappointed she’d

the nerve to return to the condominium when there were undoubtedly many

people watching him.

hung up the phone and turned to Leslie. “Have someone keep

Leslie nodded.

night, Alfred was admitted into a private hospital at Coldbridge. Though he needed to rest after breaking a rib and suffering from a concussion, he couldn’t sleep

the morning, Leslie visited

Alfred smoking, he immediately said, “How can you still smoke after suffering such severe injury? Lie

settle down. “There’s still so

noticed the

on the project. What will I become by then? Though I’m always saying Melora is young, she’s already

a word, knowing Alfred

in the

rejecting the call, which pained him greatly. I bet if she knows I don’t

started distancing himself from Melora.

Instead of cutting things off with her cleanly, he did it slowly. As he tortured her,

returned to

with Eras and

became who he

over, Melora had lost a few kilograms. She often couldn’t contact Alfred, and on the

was doing. However, she didn’t have the courage to question him face- to-face. All she could do was habitually wait for

forget to eat while waiting

Day, she received news of

La Scala. After Ingrid finished her performance, she changed into a beautiful gown. With his arm wrapped around her waist,

in Barnwood, yet

her teary gaze, she still called

the clubhouse when his phone rang.

cards in his hand down and stared

joked, “What’s the matter? Has your puppy caught up to you?”

casually again. “She’s just

game, he said, “Please help me answer the call,

idea what his relationship with Melora was, but as a woman, she could tell it was intimate since

reasons unknown to her, he reconnected with

her when in public, he had never touched

refused to budge,

had no choice but to answer the call. “Hey, Miss Miller! Mr. Alfred is having fun in the

quickened before the call ended abruptly.

a moment right as he was about to play his

did I say? A child’s attention won’t

was swirling in

wasn’t until midnight that he returned to his car. Leslie asked softly. “Where

the window,

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he said, “The condominium.”

night, he returned to the place that had provided him with

surprise, Melora was there, sleeping on the dining table.

on the corner of

been waiting for me. Why didn’t

was about to

gazed at him, the panic in her eyes clear.

Alfred” before she cried silently. All she did was stare at him,

he settled her down on the couch, gently patting her head.

on her countenance, as though she did yet didn’t understand him.