Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 316 Crying For Mister Alfred 1 

Melora fled from the teasing, but Alfred remained in hist spot.

As he sat in the car, he slowly inhaled his cigarette and watched the slender figure disappear behind the black-decorated door and into the night.

He could not help but be reminded of someone-his sister, Krystal.

Krystal had died young, and she never got to meet with her kin before her death. That was something Alfred could never get over.

He had seen Crystal’s photo.

Crystal turned out to look much like the Lodges with her fair skin and chestnut-colored long hair.

Nevertheless, Alfred found traces of Krystal in Melora.

No, that’s not quite right. Melora seems a little dumber than Krystal.

Alfred held the cigarette between his fingers, forgetting about it until the ashes fell onto his pants. A lonely smile crept onto his face when he glanced at it.

What’s going on with me today? I just met a silly kid. Why do I feel so melancholic?

He remained still in his seat for a long while before finally starting his car to drive back to his hotel. When he entered his suite, he found Leslie pacing around like a cat on a hot brick. Upon seeing him, Leslie hurried over to him and chided, “Why did you go out by yourself? What if something happens to you?”

Alfred sat down on the couch.

Even though he was exhausted, his noble demeanor remained-he would never fully relax himself.

At the same time, he reached out for a couch cushion, but just as he was about to put it back to its original position, he suddenly lifted it to sniff it.

There was a hint of fragrance on it.

It was not perfume but the natural scent of a woman.

It was sweet, like oranges.

Alfred arched a brow and softly chuckled. “If something were to happen, then I could leave all this mess behind. That would be perfect! You have no idea how tiring it is for me to meet all these people and worry about all these things all the time.”

Leslie brought him a cup of tea and patiently listened to his grumbles.

He knew that he was the only one Alfred would ever say such things to.

To the outsiders, Alfred would always seem impeccable and invincible.

After ranting for a bit, Alfred got ready to shower.

Leslie kept his shirts away before abruptly saying, “Shall I invite Miss Hopper over to keep you company?”

“Miss Hopper” was none other than Ingrid Hopper, a renowned opera performer.

She had excellent looks and figure, and she appeared to be on the same wavelength as Alfred. In the past, Alfred would occasionally meet with her when he was at Barnwood.

Alfred was already on his way to the bathroom when he heard that. After a moment of contemplation, he answered, “No, I’m not keen on that.”

Leslie followed him and gently persuaded him, “You’re too hard on yourself sometimes.”

What?

Alfred turned around and uttered, “Did she put you up to this? She’s a good woman if not for her scheming tendencies. She’s beautiful, but being with her makes me feel as though I’m in a diplomatic meeting. It’s exhausting.”

Leslie fell silent.

Sure enough, the pretty young woman had pleaded with him to put in a good word for her. Though Leslie felt that she was a good individual, it was Alfred’s opinion that mattered. Clearly, Alfred did not think much of her.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Leslie wisely retreated from the room. At the end of the day, there were personal matters that a man in his forties had to deal with himself.

Indeed, Alfred was busy with something.

After reaching his climax, he supported himself with a hand against the tiled wall and lowered his head to wash his body.

His body clearly needed it, and there was a beautiful woman who was waiting for him to her, but he was simply not in the mood for her. In fact, during that moment of impulse, the image that emerged in his head had been Melora kneeling on the couch.

How innocent she is. She doesn’t understand men at all.

At the Miller residence, Melora took a nap.

When she woke, she found her brother, Henry, sitting by the side of her bed.

She moved over to put her head on Henry’s thigh before sweetly muttering, “Henry, how are things between you and my sister-in-law?”

Henry squeezed her cheeks. “Well, you’re still calling her your sister-in-law.”

The truth was that his father did not quite agree with his and Crystal’s relationship when Crystal’s relationship with Robert was exposed. After all, the relationships involved seemed a little odd now, and as a father, it would not be good for him to side with either one of the children.

Thus, he decided it was best for both his children to break it off with their partners.

However, Crystal’s uncle, Alfred, had come to their family to kick up a fuss, agitating David’s own temper. In his fury to counter the Lodge family’s arrogance, he decided to let Henry marry Crystal again.

Henry yearned for Crystal, and he was unwilling to let her interact with Pete. Furthermore, Seth was in Hulcaster too.

Yet, Melora was equally important to Henry.

As he combed her long hair, he muttered, “Have you really made up your mind?”

Melora pressed closer to him and mumbled a “yes.”

More questions tried to leave Henry’s mouth, but he swallowed them before they could be voiced out loud. Lynette had called him, and he had found out about what happened the day. before. Therefore, he guessed that, with Alfred’s standing and identity, Alfred also saw Melora as just a kid.

That man was the personification of elegance, after all.

Furthermore, Melora would recover faster if she was more preoccupied with matters.

The siblings were on great terms with each other, so Henry had lunch with her before going to the firm.

On the other hand, despite having lived twenty-seven years on earth, Melora had never worked before.

In the afternoon, she lounged around at home until it was too boring for her to stay in the same place anymore. Hence, she drove out. Ultimately, she ended up in the lobby of the hotel where Alfred was staying.

Why am I here?

Melora was dumbfounded, and her cheeks were heating up.

Just the night before, he had said that little girls like her were unsuitable for him. Pah! Who wants to be a match for him? It’s just because he’s Crystal’s uncle… It’s just because he’s a little more handsome than the average guy.

Right then, a black Audi with the plate number “XX8888” drove toward the road.

That was Alfred’s car.

Melora blinked for a second before tailing him.

In the Audi, Leslie was seated in the front passenger seat. He glanced at the rearview mirror and muttered, “It’s Miss Miller’s car.”

Alfred had his eyes closed when Leslie spoke.

Hearing the other man, he slowly opened his eyes and said, “Just ignore her.”

Around an hour later, they arrived at a public cemetery.

Two days before, Alfred had come here. However, it was John’s death anniversary that day, so Alfred thought of paying his respects. Alfred held much gratitude toward John, who not only took Krystal in but also took such good care of Crystal and treated her like his own daughter.

Alfred brought wine for John and a bouquet of lilies for Krystal.

It was a hot day that day, but Alfred remained unmoving even when his white shirt was soaked with sweat.

Beside him, Leslie held the umbrella for him, quietly keeping him company.

Melora, who had followed them, initially sneakily watched them. But soon, as she was wearing heels, she grew tired and crouched down.

She had never seen a man as sad as this.

He shed no tears, but the heavy air of sorrow that surrounded him broke her heart.

After a long while, Alfred abruptly said, “Why are you still hiding there? Come over here.”

Is he talking to me?

Melora was rather taken aback, but she stood up and inched over. After greeting Alfred, she found herself towed toward him by a powerful hand on her arm.

It was only when she stood by Alfred’s side did she realize he was quite tall.

Without heels, Melora was a hundred and sixty-eight centimeters, but beside him, the top her head only reached the side of his cars, so she guessed that he was taller than a hundred and eighty-five centimeters.

Alfred caressed the photo on the tombstone.

In the photo, Krystal remained forever young, smiling without any worries.

A gentle smile appeared on Alfred’s face. “John, Krystal, this is the Millers’ daughter and Henry’s little sister. If you two were still around, you’d be able to see Crystal’s wedding. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure Crystal marries a good man.”

With that, he stood up and patted Melora’s head. “Say your greetings.”

Melora was a little startled. It took her a beat before she stammered out, “H-Hello, I didn’t mean to interrupt. Um, my brother will take good care of Crystal, and if he doesn’t, my will beat him up.”

A chuckle escaped Alfred’s lips.

Unexpectedly, his initially gloomy mood was lifted a little.

Melora turned to look at him and whispered, “Mr. Alfred, you’re okay about Crystal being in a relationship with brother?”

As Alfred began walking toward the exit, he said, “Did I say that?”

“You did! You can’t go back on your words!”

She caught up with him. Despite herself, she held his arm and swungNôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.