Crystal’s One Night of Love
Chapter 318

Chapter 318 Crying For Mister Alfred 3

He was excellent at kissing.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, and he cradled her in his arms, letting her whole body rest against him.

Even though Melora had been in a relationship before, she still couldn't resist the allure of this moment.

When Alfred finally released her, her legs were like jelly. If he hadn't been holding her, she might have fallen to the ground. In the end, she leaned against his shoulder, not knowing

what to do.

She had just kissed Crystal's uncle...

Her ears were buzzing.

There was the noise of people having fun in the private room one moment and Alfred's heartbeat the next.

Alfred was beginning to sober up.

Before bringing her here, he had felt conflicted.

Now, in this enclosed space, she was trembling just from kissing him. She was as green and innocent as an unripe fruit.

Though she was lovely, she didn't quite fit into his world.

Alfred gently patted her head, his voice tender. "Melora, I've told you before that someone my age isn't suitable for a young girl like you. You see, even when we're out for a bit of fun, it's all part of social obligations. There's no time for true relaxation."

His voice suddenly turned hoarse. "Don't fall for me."

It was a tender moment, yet he uttered these cruel words of rejection.

Melora had her pride too, and with tears in her eyes, she retorted, "I didn't fall for you!"

It was just a kiss, after all.

She didn't care that much.

At those words, Alfred seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He quickly concealed it with his usual composure.

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Later, he bade farewell to his old classmates.

Eras was surprised. "Leaving already? We were waiting for you to play cards together. The game is just heating up."

Alfred skillfully excused himself and left with Melora.

As they sat in the car, both of them felt uneasy.

They remained in silence for a while. Alfred lit a cigarette to ease his troubled emotions.

Melora spoke softly. "Let me drive. I'll take you back to the hotel."

Alfred was quite surprised.

He had been involved with women before, especially those from privileged backgrounds. They often had a temper and had certain expectations, whether it was an apology or some emotional commitment, especially after what happened.

Melora's simplicity and lack of a hidden agenda were a rare luxury.

They switched seats.

Melora silently drove them to the hotel's underground parking lot. Leslie had been waiting. there for a while, and as soon as the car stopped and the door opened, he caught a whiff of alcohol. He grinned and said, "Oh, you've had quite a bit to drink, Mr. Lodge! Thanks for your help, Miss Melora."

The alcohol Alfred had consumed was potent, and now he was starting to feel its effects.

He hadn't noticed it before, but now his steps were a bit unsteady.

Leslie suggested that Melora help Alfred up to his room. He explained, "It wouldn't look good if someone takes a picture of him like this!"

Melora agreed.

She figured that this might be the end of their private interactions, especially since they would soon be family.

The three of them stood in the elevator in awkward silence.

Leslie felt the tension in the air and wondered if something had happened during the dinner.

Just as he was thinking this, the elevator stopped on the first floor.

Standing outside was Robert, who appeared rather surprised to see them.

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He couldn't help but mock, "Oh, so you didn't answer my calls or want to listen to my explanations because you've found yourself a new man, huh? Melora, how old is he now? He's at least thirty-five years old, right? Can an older man like him satisfy you?"

Melora was furious, tears welling up in her eyes.

She had genuinely liked Robert before, and their breakup had been because of his infidelity.

What right did he have to question her?

However, she couldn't replace the right words to retort.

Robert seemed ready to say some more hurtful things.

At that moment, Alfred casually struck a high-quality match, lighting a cigarette. He said nonchalantly, "No matter my age, any woman who ends up with me will definitely be satisfied. As for you, Mr. Sloan, I'm not so sure. You've set off too many fireworks outside; I wonder if you'll go soft at home?"

Robert wanted to explode with anger, but Alfred continued while adjusting his shirt, "You're Robert Sloan, right? I'm Alfred Lodge, Crystal Winters' uncle."

Robert was stunned.

Alfred Lodge?

Crystal's uncle is actually Alfred Lodge?

The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. He suddenly recalled how he had toyed with. Crystal's feelings for four years and used her to send John to prison while currying favor with the Miller family. He couldn't believe that Alfred Lodge from Coldbridge was Crystal's uncle.

If so, what had he been doing during those four years?

Robert felt lost.

Alfred, concerned for Melora, asked her to accompany him to his suite.

The moment Alfred entered the room, he immediately turned to Leslie and said, "Go check on Sloan Group! If there are any loopholes, have the investigation team go over there tomorrow!"

Leslie, being the shrewd person he was, understood Alfred's bad mood. It was probably more about the young lady and less about Robert.

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He smiled and said, "As long as we investigate thoroughly, we'll replace something!"

Only then did Alfred calm down.

He unbuttoned his shirt, and as if he had just remembered, he said casually, "Personally arrange for the driver to take her back home."

Now, Leslie was sure that there had been a disagreement between them.

He sensed that something was off and that Alfred was being extra considerate toward Melora.

Even though Alfred had bullied her, he had also helped her out. Nevertheless, Melora wasn't the type to cling to a man. Besides, her feelings for Alfred were still unclear even to her. She thought that maybe it was best not to see him again...

However, when she left, she couldn't help but glance back.

Alfred was holding a bathrobe and watching her, his

"Mr. Alfred."

gaze intent.

She softly uttered those words, her eyes slightly moist. She knew Alfred was the type who wouldn't be interested in an immature young girl like her.

Lowering her head, she left with Leslie.

Alfred put the bathrobe down and slowly sat on the couch.

Just now, he had felt a pang of reluctance.

He was surprised because he knew that he clearly preferred women who were more sophisticated and seductive. Even if they were a bit pretentious, he didn't mind as they didn't

him and knew how to read the situation.

annoy

Maybe it had been a while since he had been with a woman...

Just as he was lost in thought, his phone rang. It was his mother, calling from Coldbridge.

Lucia was anxious.

Alfred's found Crystal already, so why hasn't he brought her back yet?

Alfred reassured her and said with a chuckle, "Crystal is on a business trip in Hulcaster Shell head to Coldbridge to visit you after she's done"

Lucia then brought up the topic of his marriage again

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"Mom, marriage is a matter of fate. Do you want me to marry a random woman who will quarrel with you every day?"

His mother snorted. "Don't try to fool me! I know

you very well!"

She continued to talk, and when Leslie returned, he overheard Lucia's words.

Alfred hung up the phone and asked, "Has she been taken back?"

Leslie nodded, and after some thought, he said, "Actually, if you like her, you could... Well, your age gap isn't that big. Besides, she's pretty and innocent."

Alfred became lost in thought.

He recalled the kiss in the clubhouse restroom and how good it had felt.

After a while, he came back to his senses and smiled bitterly. "We're not suitable for each other! In the future, we'll inevitably become a family, and besides, she's too pure-hearted. It's better not to involve her too much in my matters!"

With that, Alfred took the bathrobe and went off to take a shower.

The next day, Melora slowly descended the stairs.

From the living room, she could hear voices. It sounded like her father and her brother were. talking.

David sipped his tea and said wryly, "I heard that Robert has once again caught the attention. of the tax bureau. Early in the morning, a whole investigation team went over to investigate him. From the looks of it, he's about to get another harsh punishment from them!"

Clearing his throat, he asked, "Henry, was it your doing?"

Henry had a good idea of what was going on and replied, "It should be the work of someone else. He must have offended someone."

David nodded.

He had his suspicions about who it might be. Besides that person, who else had the capability and the hatred for Robert?

As they conversed, they didn't notice Melora, whose heart was racing.

Is it Mr. Alfred's doing?

Did he really take action in response to those horrible things Robert said?

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Suddenly, she wanted to see him.

She hadn't even had breakfast, but she got into her car and drove to the hotel where Alfred was staying. In truth, she hadn't thought about what she would say to him when they met; she just wanted to see

him..

When she reached the top floor of the hotel, she pressed the doorbell.

No response came for a long time.

Coincidentally, the hotel manager passed by. He recognized Melora and knew she was Alfred's guest.

The manager informed her, "Mr. Lodge has checked out."

He left?

Melora froze.

The manager could sense the young woman's disappointment and said in a quiet voice, "Mr. Lodge keeps this suite for himself all year round. You can try again the next time he comes."

Melora nodded.

She didn't know how she managed to leave the hotel.

Sitting in her car, she hesitated for a long time while holding her phone, but she never dialed. that number. He had left without a word, so she assumed he must not care about her.

Melora, don't you feel ashamed of yourself for following him around like a puppy? Maybe it's better this

way...