Crystal's One Night of Love

Sylvester recognized the woman.

Her name was Clementine, who was once his uncle’s lover.

He shut the door and walked over. “What would you like to talk to me about, Miss Dynah?”

Clementine gazed at the young and handsome face and froze. “You look just like him!” she murmured.

Sylvester did not respond.

They went to a café nearby, which was quiet enough to discuss business.

Clementine was even thinner than she used to be.

Her skin was so dry that her makeup did not stick, but she still turned on the charm for the twenty-four- year-old man. She brushed her hair lightly and beamed. “You will only be a side character at Crystal’s. Come to me.”

Sylvester gazed at her.

Clementine took out a contract from her purse. “I’ve signed you on for five years, which guarantees a Heading role in two films and two television series, with appearances on variety shows not included.

Whatever you make will be split fifty-fifty.”

To a newcomer to the industry, the terms seemed irresistible.

However, fame was not what Sylvester sought.

He drummed on the agreement with his slender fingers. “There won’t be any additional verbal agreements, will there, Miss Dynah?” he asked softly.

Clementine rested her hand on the back of his.

Sylvester lowered his gaze before looking up to meet hers.

“Be my lover,” Clementine said bluntly.

Sylvester retracted his hand and gazed calmly at Clementine. “Thank you for your interest, Miss Dynah. I’m sorry, but I’m not interested.”

Clementine became irritated. She sneered. “Do you know how many people would vic for such an opportunity?”

Sylvester turned around to leave without so much as a backward glance.

Clementine saw him as a younger version of his uncle. He did not like being a substitute.

Crystal, too, thought they looked alike.

However, Crystal’s gaze was gentle, and she even cherished his youth. She was the one Sylvester wanted to protect.

Perhaps my bitter, unrequited love will fade away one day.

He would start his own family, but he would look back fondly at having once loved such a beautiful person.

It gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling.

Behind him, Clementine gritted her teeth.

Though she wanted to make her mark in Barnwood, her connections were limited. The only star she had groomed, Saige, fell to Crystal. Even worse, Sylvester did not want her.

Fools. Would Crystal treat them genuinely? No, she won’t!

The film Crystal had invested in was wrapped up on Christmas Eve.

A large number of guests were attending the wrap-up party.

Crystal invited Alfred. Naturally, she also invited the Miller family.

Beautiful women swarmed the place under the luxurious crystal lamps. Despite being over forty years old, Ingrid stood out.

Alfred personally gifted her a bouquet of flowers.

Berthold was seated below the stage. His eyes flickered. “Why would Daddy give another lady flowers. Mommy?” he asked Melora.

Melora felt a little uncomfortable.

Though Alfred and Ingrid were once married and had a child together, he never shies away from such antics. Shameless man.

to upset the child. Thus, she

“Are you friends with

how to answer him.

descended the

distance from Melora, treating her like another relative of his. “Why did you bring him here?” he asked with a look

a diamond gown that night, which was more dazzling

Alfred to such an extent that he found himself subtly blocking her

did not notice his dark thoughts. “He wants to see you,” she said softly. “In fact, he insisted on coming! After she spoke, she turned to Ingrid.

at her.

cheeks with his stubble. Berthold, still a toddler, smelled of

hugged and sniffed him, Alfred

it was fortunate that he did not live with the boy, or he would be so enamored that he would not be able to do much else

you miss me?”

child kissed

father and son, they looked alike; Alfred, too, had dyed his hair black, and

were his people, and he could lower his guard. “I’ll send you two

fixedly up on stage.

old to be jealous? You’re somebody’s mother! By the

Melora was livid.

she did not

this time was mostly to see her. When it was time for him to go,

Alfred’s heart softened.

who cheered up once more.

left with Berthold. She went down the underground parking lot, where a black RV was waiting. Leslie was driving with

got out of the

been waiting for you.”

to see him,” Melora said softly.

He placed his hand on the roof of the vehicle

they sped away.

at a quiet residential area where there were fewer neighbors. “Mr. Lodge’s newly bought house,” Leslie said with a smile as they pulled

was a hint of joy in his words.

to look at Alfred, who merely picked up the

few years ago. If she was being honest. with herself, he was a very attractive man. Even if he was not as powerful as he was, she

in Barnwood could only mean

began racing.

him into the mansion, which had been decorated pleasantly; it did not look like

the living room, which

removed his coat, revealing a white shirt underneath, and squatted beside the child. “Do you like

up at

he had a father, but he had lived with his mother and was told to address the latter as Great-uncle Alfred when they were out. With the intuition only children

has brought me here to such a large house. He even offered to buy me a Labrador. It’s not the

like it very much, Daddy.”

his head again and chided him affectionately. “Silly

was a

her head, concealing her feelings as best as she could

tenderly. Then, he walked over and whispered to her, “Don’t cry! You’re too old to be crying,

couch to sit down and poured

went on gently. “I have

with Miss Hopper?”

Alfred chuckled.

to touch her hair like he did their son’s. “You’re still jealous! Miss Hopper has been helping me for the past two

stubborn, her tongue most of

what I

going to launch. next week. I’ll have Leslie arrange for

girl I love. Even now, my son is outside calling me Great-uncle Alfred. Soon, we would be reunited.

there, to be able

he would be able

it. After this, he would resign from every position.

had many businesses to manage.

it would not be too late for him to start a business venture from

to give Melora a stable future.

so sincere that Melora felt moved.

woman I will call my wife. It’s not easy for me to save up for it, you know, I still have to propose!”

all women, she was not going to give in that easily.

proposal for another woman. You have

she was stubborn, her words were

twinkled. There’s the girl

wanted to lean in, but he had a son in his care, so he whispered, “Spend the night here. We

agree to

years. Though she had passed the end of the line, she

down when Berthold heard them. “I want

over and threw himself into her arms. She always felt that she owed him too much, so she could never turn him down out