Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 313 Alfred And Melora 1 

The luxurious room was dimly lit.

Melora lay on the soft bed, unable to move.

She could discern the faint scent of aftershave lingering on the pillow-the same brand that man always wore.

This was her third time getting kidnapped this month.

Every time, the man would kidnap her and blindfold her. He would use his necktie to bind her wrists, forcing her to sleep with him.

However, he never had sex with her.

He would only hug her to sleep at night and occasionally touch her.

A series of footsteps echoed at the door. The opposite side of the bed dipped, and gentle fingers made contact with her cheek.

She was a gorgeous woman.

His hands finally stopped roaming around her body as he gazed at her greedily.

Melora made no attempt to struggle or break free. The necktie serving as a blindfold gradually became damp from her tears. “Alfred, you’re getting married soon, aren’t you? Why do you kidnap me repeatedly like this? Do you consider me your mistress?”

The man was startled to realize that she knew his identity.

Melora was sobbing softly. Of course she knew it was him. She had recognized his distinctive scent instantly.

Perhaps he couldn’t bring himself to restrain her too tightly as she managed to wriggle free from the bonds that had tied her wrists together.

After removing the blindfold, she locked eyes with him.

Her chest was heaving.

Gazing at the man she had loved for years, Melora parted her lips and spoke with a quivering voice, “Mr. Lodge, I may not be clever, but you can’t continue deceiving me. Regardless of the circumstances, I won’t accept being a man’s mistress!”

Over six months ago, she got drunk, resulting in a night of passion with him.

Following that, whenever he traveled to Barnwood, they would occasionally meet for sex since he didn’t have a girlfriend. After all, they had a child together, and he had asked her to wait for him for two years.

Filled with joy, she had assumed that they would eventually marry.

However, her world came crashing down when she read in the newspaper that he was getting married to someone who wasn’t her.

Even so, he would still have sex with her.

Gazing at her tear-filled eyes, Alfred pulled out a cigarette and lit it up in frustration.

He yearned to tell her that she only needed to wait for six more months, that the news of his impending wedding was false.

Yet, he understood that a woman didn’t have an abundance of time in her youth to keep waiting for him.

Alfred’s Adam’s apple bobbed several times.

In the end, he sighed softly. “I’m sorry, Melora.”

He tenderly drew her close, but Melora didn’t want his touch.

She glared at him, her eyes red with anger and hurt.

He knew she loved him very much.

Her love was a mixture of adoration and admiration, coupled with memories of their lovemaking sessions.

Gently patting her head, Alfred spoke in a husky, tender voice, “I’ve prepared breakfast. Go wash your face. Leslie will arrange for someone to give you a ride home later.” His tone held a blend of a lover’s concern and a fatherly warmth.

With that, he hastily departed from the bedroom, as though he was fleeing from something pursuing him or as if he feared he might regret his actions the very next moment.

After stepping out of the bedroom, Alfred came to a stop in the corridor.

He punched the wall, his blood staining the pristine white surface.

Throughout his life, he had imposed too many restraints on himself, to the point where he was unable to spend the rest of his life with the woman he loved.

This isn’t a manly way to live at all!

At first, he believed he could move on and had made the difficult decision to break up with Melora a few years ago. However, when they crossed paths once more, he was stunned to discover that Melora had given birth to his son. He had thought that two years would be. enough for him to let go of everything and concentrate on taking care of them both. Yet, het had reneged on his promise.

In the bathroom, Melora was squatting beside the toilet bowl, crying without a sound.

She knew to cry like this was unbecoming of her, but she couldn’t stop herself. After all, she would have to feign nonchalance once she returned home.

She would have to be a good daughter and a good mother to Berthold again.

To the public, she would have to be a top model.

Melora, you can’t cry after leaving this house.

In her daze, she stumbled upon a pack of cigarettes, likely left behind by Alfred. She lit one and reminisced about her initial encounter with him.

Back then, she was still young and innocent, while he was already a man admired by many.

She could never forget that night when eight Audis pulled up at her house. More than ten bodyguards surrounded the elegant man who entered her world then.

He stood in the Miller residence’s hall, looking sophisticated and regal.

On that day, Melora overheard people saying that he was Alfred Lodge from Coldbridge. He also happened to be Crystal’s uncle.

As she descended the stairs, her father instructed her to greet him. She looked at Alfred’s youthful countenance, perplexed as to why she should address him as an elder when he only appeared to be in his thirties.

However, both David and Henry seemed afraid of him.

She couldn’t help but wonder if he might avoid causing trouble for Henry and agree to allow Henry to be with Crystal if she behaved obediently and followed his wishes.

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If she wasn’t mistaken, it was her pajamas.

Just like that, she stood atop the stairs and greeted him softly, “Mr. Alfred!”

Hearing that, he turned over his shoulder.

There was Crystal had

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Melors had ever seen someone talk to David in such an unruffled manner

Aber that. Alfred left

David told her that Alfred was a sly fox, but Henry said nothing. She disagreed with David as Alfred seemed like a polite gentleman.

At that time, she marveled at the existence of such a handsome man in the world and belt entirely at ease in his compatry

She knew she had taken a liking to Alfred.