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.

little melancholic, he would

since they had gotten together, and she finally 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

gestured a number. “I’ll be

pinched her cheek, praising, “You’re so capable, Melora! Not everyone could have a chance like

overjoyed to

had reservations 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.

Melora started backing out of the idea. “Maybe I

to receive compliments from

head. “Of

their days in the luxurious condominium

Melora almost every week.

while she would give him massages and crawl into

receive a few private

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 Melora.

it, Alfred would merely say it wasn’t

very lax with her as he didn’t ask

even took her to ski and watch

months were the best time

started to

they last met each other. Melora was lying on the bed, chatting with him. on

Julia crying was heard from downstairs.

going on?” Even Alfred heard it

going downstairs to check

As she did, she saw Julia crying on Henry’s shoulder in the middle of the living room. David was gently patting Julia’s back and

Melora was stunned.

Julia noticed Melora. “Come over here, Melora. Look

as she raced downstairs and stared at

the six-month-old Skyler was looking absolutely adorable.

mouth, Melora gazed at the picture attentively. “She resembles

up emotionally.

“It’s good that she resembles. her mother. It’d be terrible

frowned

yourself together. In the future, we’ll need to help raise our grandchildren! With how amazing Henry is, I

you’re making it sound like Henry’s a

with a

he kept feeling as though someone was missing. I

room until deep

while after she sent the photo to Alfred, she received his call. He didn’t say much, only

as softly, too.

had given them hope that they could finally go public

phone, she fell