Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 326 Their House In Barnwood 1 

Melora returned to Barnwood.

She thought she wouldn’t be able to meet Alfred for a long time, but he showed up within a week of her return.

He had called her that night, and when she picked up, he had told her, “Come outside.”

Huh? Is he in Barnwood? she wondered as her heart began to beat quickly.

She held on to her handphone, unwilling to hang up just yet. Hurriedly, she changed into a dress and ran downstairs. David was still awake, and upon seeing his youngest daughter all dressed up, he said. offhandedly, “You’re going out? But it’s so late.”

“Lynette wants to get supper together,” she lied before running out.

David just shook his head at his daughter’s antics.

A black Lotus was parked next to the Miller residence.

Alfred was dressed in an all-black outfit and blended in perfectly with the night sky as he smoked a cigarette against his car. At the sight of Melora running toward him, he opened his arms just in time for her to crash into his embrace. She buried her head into his shoulder and inhaled deeply, trying to capture the intoxicating scent radiating off him.”

A few seconds passed before she whined playfully, “You nearly burned me with your cigarette.”

He chuckled and put out the cigarette before leaning down to kiss her.

She was a little bit apprehensive since they were right outside her house.

Clearly, Alfred was cautious too, since they only shared a short kiss before he bundled her into the car.

Melora slowly put on her seatbelt. Her eyes glimmered as she asked him, “Where are we going?”

She wanted to ask if they would be going to a hotel, but she didn’t want to sound so eager. If she said that, she might sound like she was desperate to sleep with him.

Alfred turned to look at her.

After a whole week of not seeing her, his longing for her was stronger than he could bear. He barely managed to eke out a few hours that day just so he could see her.

He interlocked their hands and said in a slightly raspy voice, “You’ll know when we get there.”

Melora hummed in response obediently.

-The car sped onto the highway and arrived in front of a high-class condominium at Broadway Alley about.

an hour later.

The condominium was well-known for being expensive but also having good security and privacy.

Apparently, most of the people who bought units there were CEOs and celebrities.

Alfred brought her upstairs.

They arrived at a unit where Alfred opened the door to reveal a room that seemed to be around one hundred and twenty square meters. It was decorated rather luxuriously, and a jazz singer’s soft voice was crooning from the record player.

Melora took her jacket off and started looking around.

Alfred let her give herself a house tour while he went to the kitchen to pour her a glass of milk.

Once she was done, she hugged him from the back. Her voice was shaking a little bit nervously when she spoke. “What is this place supposed to be, Alfred?”

She didn’t want to become his mistress.

He wasn’t married, but since they still couldn’t announce their relationship openly, she might as well have been his mistress.

Gently, Alfred said, “Drink this first.”

In response, she shook her head. She almost always listened to whatever Alfred said, but she was stubborn in demanding an explanation now.

Alfred caressed her hand gently. His voice sounded as if he had something he needed to get off his chest. “Melora, I’m sorry that I can’t properly marry you for now. I can’t even bring you out on dates or hold. hands with you on the street. We can’t keep meeting in hotels because I don’t want to treat you so cheaply. I know what this place must seem like to you, but I promise that I’ve never thought of you that way. Please treat this place like your own home. Here, I can be your husband. Here, I’ll be your Mr. Alfred.”

That was the best he could offer to her currently-a private and secluded place where he could spend time with her whenever he had a free window in his schedule.

Once Skyler’s condition stabilized, the two of them could finally announce their relationship to the public.

Melora was blushing after his sudden confession.

Rather than disappointment, she had begun to feel a little bit embarrassed and overjoyed at the same time.

So this is the house Mr. Alfred bought for me.

Alfred knew that he had finally cheered her up again and cooed, “I even put two bunnies in the bedroom. Leslie had to get someone to queue up for hours to buy them. Do you like them?”

Leaning against him affectionately, she replied, “I like you more.”

Alfred gently pulled her to face him instead and kissed her. After a while, she pulled away and began whining that she was hungry. With a gentle smack of her rear, he commented, “Your appetite is as big as ever. Where does it all go?”

Despite his joke, he still greatly admired her figure. Her waist was slender and tight, but she had curves. everywhere else that mattered.

Alfred couldn’t take his hands off her.

He started to cook supper for her while she roamed around him as he busied himself in the kitchen. Suddenly, she asked why Leslie wasn’t there.

“Do you want him to be here?” Alfred chuckled. “Even while we’re doing things in private?”

Melora frowned indignantly.

He can be so shameless sometimes. Just because he’s older, he likes to tease me all the time.

After messing around for a few minutes, Alfred finally lifted her up and placed her on the counter so she could watch him make ravioli.

Even though he never had to do anything around the house, he suddenly felt happier than ever while doing such simple household work simply because Melora was there with him. It was much more fun than visiting the clubhouse or listening to Ingrid perform.

He suddenly remembered Melora asking him why he wasn’t married..

It wasn’t just because he was busy, nor was it because of his status.

It was simply because he hadn’t met anyone he had wanted to settle down with before Melora.

He used to think that if he had to marry anyone, it would be a stunning and skilled woman. However, his true fate turned out to be with a girl who was possibly the furthest thing from that. Melora didn’t know how to do many things except for sticking to him and calling him “Mr. Alfred.”

All she knew how to do was be affectionate with him and throw her little tantrums when she didn’t like something he did.

However, he liked her all the same. There was no rhyme or reason to it.

Alfred truly treasured her. Not only did he treat her as a wife, but he also treated her as a child sometimes, Although he liked to tease her all the time, he usually went along with whatever she wanted.

After supper, she could tell that he was tired, so she offered to wash the dishes.

He didn’t want her to even go near the sink.

As he was much older than her, he felt like he needed to make it up to her in other matters. He coddled her and thought he had a responsibility to make sure she was living a better life with him than she was with the Millers. If she felt slighted in any way, he would feel useless as a husband.

Just like that, all it took was one night for Melora to treat the new condominium like her own home.

However, she eventually had to explain why she wouldn’t be going home the whole night. She ended up asking Lynette to help.

After that, she went back into the bedroom.

Alfred had just finished showering and was on the bed in his bathrobe. He was leaning against the headboard, seemingly asleep.

Melora could see how exhausted he was and felt her heart wrench a little. She quietly lay down next to him, not wanting to wake him up, but he woke up the moment she lay down and gently pulled her into his embrace.

Alfred wrapped his hands around her slim waist. “Are you done with your phone call?”

“Yup,” she replied.

With that, Alfred pulled her closer to him and lowered his head to be closer to her. The narrow space between them was filled with their warm breaths, igniting a heated passion within them.

His voice was raspy as he asked, “Can we do it just once?”

As he spoke, he opened the bedside drawer and took out a small box that he left next to his pillow.

The very next second, she was pinned underneath him as his lips crushed hers.

She felt a little bit sorry for him. It wasn’t as if she didn’t want to do it. However, she could tell that he was exhausted. Not wanting him to waste any more of his energy, she wrapped her arms around his waist and lied, “I’m on my period.”

Alfred paused.

His nose slowly traveled down her body, and he gently nuzzled her before bursting out laughing.

There wasn’t any smell at all.

Melora tugged at his hair lightly as she blushed. Softly, she said. “Let’s just cuddle and talk. We don’t have to do that every time we meet.”

Alfred didn’t push her further.

He hugged her and pretended to complain, “Don’t tug at my hair. I won’t look good if I go bald.”

At the end of the day, he was still self-conscious about his age.

Melora merely chuckled gently and snuggled into his chest as she asked, “How long can you stay?” Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

He stroked her hair affectionately. “I have to leave tomorrow afternoon.”

He had another long day of meetings to get through tomorrow.

They had one precious night to spend together, and he was… easily.

about to let it slip through his fingers so

Melora was disappointed, but she tried to be considerate of him. She could sense Alfred’s love for her. He had given her everything he could offer, including all the free time he had.

Right before she fell asleep, she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.

Mr. Alfred, you’re the best husband I could ever wish for.

Alfred woke up before the sun rose and woke Melora up so that they could have two rounds before he had to leave.

Afterward, she was so exhausted that she fell asleep again.

Alfred, on the other hand, was fully energized. After his shower, he made breakfast and lunch for her. All she needed to do was heat them up.

After both meals were done, he walked back into the bedroom and sat on the bed.

Melora was still asleep.

Alfred pinched her cheek gently as he whispered, “I’ll have dinner with you before I go back to Coldbridge later tonight. Don’t go home first.”

She murmured a response, still half-asleep.

Alfred kissed her again gently before leaving.

Leslie purposely started to tease him when Alfred entered the car. “Why are you so happy? Do you have a thing for cooking for her and doing her laundry or something?”

Alfred patted his suit trousers down smoothly and acted nonchalant. “She was throwing a little tantrum so I cheered her up. That’s all.”

Leslie continued to chuckle.

He was genuinely happy for Alfred. After all, Alfred was more than forty years old, and finally meeting the girl of his dreams was definitely worth being happy about.

Leslie started hinting at wanting some of that luck to rub off on him too.

Alfred thought about it for a second before generously handing off a residence in Coldbridge to him. It was in an area that most normal civilians didn’t even dare to consider buying.

As for the driver, Alfred arranged good jobs for his children.

All the her. penses he made showed how deeply his love for Melora ran and how much he wanted to protect

He had to make sure that the people around them kept their mouths shut so that she was safe.