Crystal's One Night of Love

After Melora left, Alfred spent the night at the condominium, surrounded by the items she left behind.

Most of them he had bought for her.

Melora didn’t know how to do chores, so the bedroom was a mess. Often, Alfred was the one who cleaned things up for her. Even when she had her period, he was the one who’d wash her dirty panties.

Her scent lingered on the pillow..

Unable to sleep, Alfred got up to smoke on the couch.

Holding his phone, he decided that if she called him, he’d answer it. Even if he didn’t say anything, he’d be satisfied to hear her voice again.

Unfortunately for him, he didn’t receive the call he was looking forward to the whole night.

The end of his relationship with Melora finally settled in his mind as he stared at the full ashtray. Why should the daughter of an affluent family cling to you?

As dawn arrived, Leslie entered the condominium unit out of concern for his employer.

Right after he stepped in, he choked on the thick cigarette smoke. “You should take care of your health, Mr. Lodge. Smoking like this is no good.”

Alfred glanced at his assistant before extinguishing the cigarette and flopping down on the couch.

After a while, Alfred said, “Help me do something

He knew Melora wasn’t lacking in anything, but he had enjoyed his time with her. Now that they had ended things, he thought he would probably remain single for the rest of his life. Additionally, money didn’t matter much to him, so he wanted to gift her something.

Once Alfred finished relaying his request, Leslie was shocked.

Leslie was surprised by how much Alfred cared about Melora. After all, the compensation Alfred was willing to provide Melora was an amount that even some divorced couples wouldn’t be willing to consider.

In other words, Alfred was willing to empty almost his entire personal wealth.

Leslie didn’t offer any remark and promptly handled the matter.

The next day, he invited Melora to a fancy cafe.

Leslie was the first to arrive. As it was spring, he was wearing a dark tweed suit. Sitting quietly at the table, he played with his lighter while resting his hand on a thick stack of documents.

-After waiting for fifteen minutes, Melora arrived in front of him. “Does he have something he wants to tell me?”

his head and was shocked to see how much thinner and

and casually. When

Leslie nodded after

the pages and rubbed her slender finger on the paper. “Since I was nothing but a fling of his, why does he feel the need to do this? I don’t want any of these. Tell him I won’t bother him. again.” She sounded as though it had

led me to believe we would be together forever. I thought he’d always be there for me, but it all turned out to be a lie. In reality, what we had

to accept Alfred’s

to report on the situation, he spotted the latter standing before the floor-to- ceiling window in the hotel room. After Alfred finished listening, he

I would think about her during my free time. Whenever I entered a crowd, I would reflexively turn back to look for her. Even when I spent time with Eras and

met again by pure accident. It was during a banquet in Barnwood.

it with

diamond

she was alluring.

accompanied by Ingrid, and when he spotted Melora, he froze.

an idiot.

neither of them treated it seriously. There were plenty of women like her around Alfred, after all. Also, ever since she met Melora backstage, he ended

an idiot could tell what

that, Leslie delivered her

cut ties

she expected, later on, she heard Alfred was no longer a

successfully guessed Alfred was seeing someone and that he was hiding his lover well.

have the nerve to spread the news because she couldn’t afford to offend Alfred. Hence, when Alfred showed up at La

getting back together, but she was wrong.

bring her along to social events, but that

he was cleaner than a celibate priest.

that she could never marry Alfred, she was willing to settle for a friendship with him. For one, he never treated her badly, and for another, she needed his connections.

Melora were gazing at

of their conflict, so she smiled and whispered, “Why does Melora seem as though she’s about to cry while looking at you,

his focus fixed on

Ingrid was holding Alfred’s arm, she

on her brother’s shoulder,

glanced at her and asked softly, “Tired?”

Melora proceeded to hug her

relationship was. I

him, feeling satisfied.