Crystal's One Night of Love

Melora woke up near noon.

As she slowly opened her eyes, she realized she was at the unit that Alfred had gifted her.

Blinking, she hugged the bunny beside the pillow and rolled around, her heart filled with affection for Alfred.

After all, he’d prepare breakfast for her in the morning and wash the fruits.

Basically, he doted on her as though she were a child. Any woman would find his actions sweet, given his status.

Melora wanted to prepare dinner for Alfred but didn’t know how. After messing around for a long while, all she accomplished was overcooking the pasta, so she had no choice but to dump it.

In the end, she ordered takeout..

At four in the afternoon, Alfred returned from his meeting.

Glancing at the dining table, he removed his coat and tossed it onto the couch with a grin. “Wow, you bought a tableful of takeout for me?”

Melora stretched her finger toward him with wet eyes, showing him the wound she had sustained while cutting vegetables.

Alfred’s heart softened as he quietly reprimanded, “Silly girl!”

After he treated her cut, they ate together.

Later, he smoked wordlessly on the couch. He was so handsome and elegant that the scene of him relaxing resembled an oil painting.

Thoughts were swirling in his mind.

Earlier during the day, Alfred rejected a task at the meeting.

It concerned the development of a new type of metal that could be used in aerospace and various stealth. aircraft. If the research were successful, it would accelerate the technology of those crafts by thirty years.

The more people invested in the project, the more say they would have on it. As such, many people. wanted a piece of it.

If Alfred took the risk, he’d flourish further if and when the research was successful four years later.

However, he rejected it and recommended a junior instead.

He didn’t regret it, even though he had prepared for that kind of thing during the first half of his life. Things had changed, and he wanted to provide a home for Melora more.

Melora snuggled into Alfred as he extinguished the cigarette and asked, “Will you still try to cook next

Burrowing into his embrace, Melora spoke in a small voice. “I want to learn how to cook for you”

Alfred grinned.

he would much rather

felt ashamed for her lack of productivity. Pressing her check on his firm abdomen, she fiddled with one of his shirt buttons. “A few days ago, a magazine company invited me for a front cover photoshoot.”

gestured a number. “I’ll be paid this much!”

cheek, praising, “You’re so capable, Melora! Not everyone could have

she was overjoyed to hear

about her work. After all, Melora would one day be his wife, so it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to keep showing herself in public. Therefore, he decided to praise her first. before dishing out

that moment, Melora started backing out of the idea. “Maybe I

wanted was to receive

her head.

their days in

Melora almost every

him massages and crawl

he would also receive a few private

to hang out, Alfred would reject their offer. As for any favors he had to deal with, he would delegate them to Leslie. Rarely would he socialize with others, and when he did, he wouldn’t bring

it wasn’t suitable for her to join

her as he didn’t ask about

he even took her to ski and watch the aurora.

the best time they ever had.

Christmas, Alfred started to get

other. Melora was lying on the bed, chatting with him.

the sound of Julia crying was

Alfred heard it through the

going downstairs to check it out.”

the call, she descended the stairs. As she did, she saw Julia crying on Henry’s shoulder in the middle of the living room. David was gently

Melora was stunned.

noticed Melora. “Come

she raced downstairs and

coffee-colored hair, the six-month-old Skyler was looking absolutely adorable.

Melora gazed at the picture

up emotionally.

good that she resembles. her mother. It’d be terrible if she looked like her father instead! Who’d want her when she grows up?”

frowned

You don’t need to cry about it every day anymore. Pull yourself together. In the future, we’ll need to help

sound like Henry’s a stud,” remarked

a

recovering, he kept feeling as though someone was missing. I wonder how Crystal is doing

return to her room until deep

she sent the photo to Alfred, she received his call. He didn’t

replied as

given them hope that they could finally go public

phone, she fell asleep.