Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 328 Tired Of Her 1 

At two in the afternoon, Leslie came to pick Alfred up.

After Alfred boarded the vehicle, Leslie teased, “You seem high-spirited today.”

Alfred grinned. “Not at all. She was so clingy that I feel tired!”

Leslic chuckled.

Hours later, Alfred left his meeting with a scowl.

Leslie approached him, asking in a whisper, “What happened?”

“We’ll talk in the car.”

Once inside the automobile, Alfred pulled the curtains for the windows and sighed. “Do you remember the project from half a year ago?”

Leslie nodded.

Undoing one button on his shirt, Alfred continued, “I recommended Noel for the project. However, he and his wife died in a suspicious car accident.”

Leslie was stunned for a long while.

Lowering his head, Alfred lit a cigarette with trembling fingers. Several minutes passed before he took a puff. What he didn’t tell Leslie was that there were obvious bruises on Noel and his wife that looked like they were beaten up.

Ultimately, Noel had sacrificed his and his wife’s lives to protect the project data.

Someone had to take over the project.

And since Alfred was the one who designated Noel to oversee it, he had to take responsibility.

As he continued to smoke with his quivering fingers, he removed the small box from his pocket with another hand. Initially, he planned to propose to Melora today and marry her after Christmas.

However, Noel’s death made him question if he should.

The sight of Noel’s and his wife’s ghastly deaths haunted Alfred.

Though Alfred didn’t speak his mind, Leslie could guess what the former was thinking about. Unfortunately, he could only remain silent.

Suddenly, something smashed into the black Audi, launching Alfred forward.

When the car stopped, a man in black clothing riding a motorcycle in front of the automobile halted as well. He then peered through the window as though he had x-ray vision.

The driver cursed and made to exit the vehicle.

Bearing the pain, Alfred exclaimed, “Don’t step out of the car! It’s dangerous!”

When the man in black clothing saw the car didn’t move, he sped off.

Leslie crawled to the backseat to check Alfred’s injury. “How are you feeling, Mr. Lodge?”

Alfred pressed his hand on his abdomen. I must’ve broken a rib.

Despite that, he didn’t show any emotions in his countenance. “To think they’ve received the news so soon. after the meeting concluded! This foreign company is outrageous!”

As much as he wanted to avenge Noel and the latter’s wife, he had to focus more on protecting his own life.

At that moment, his phone rang.

It was from Melora. After a brief moment of hesitation, Alfred answered the call and uttered gently, “I’ve got an emergency at Coldbridge, so I won’t be joining you later, Melora.”

Of course, he was aware of how disappointed she’d feel.

However, he didn’t have the nerve to return to the condominium when there were undoubtedly many

people watching him.

After he comforted Melora, he hung up the phone and turned to Leslie. “Have someone keep an eye on her until she returns home safely.”

Leslie nodded.

That night, Alfred was admitted into a private hospital at Coldbridge. Though he needed to rest after breaking a rib and suffering from a concussion, he couldn’t sleep at all. All he did for the night was smoke by the window,

At four in the morning, Leslie visited him after handling some affairs.

When Leslie saw Alfred smoking, he immediately said, “How can you still smoke after suffering such severe injury? Lie down quickly. The doctor says you need to be on bed rest for at least a week.”

Leslie helped Alfred settle down. “There’s still so much work to-”

At that moment, he noticed the diamond ring in Alfred’s hand.

Leaning against the headboard, Alfred smiled bitterly. “Despite my age, I fell for a young woman, Leslie! I need to stay four years on the project. What will I become by then? Though I’m always saying Melora is young, she’s already twenty-eight. After four years, she’ll be over thirty. There’s no way she

can waste four years waiting for me.” I also don’t want to think about the possibility that my enemy knows about her. I can’t risk it!

Leslie didn’t dare to speak a word, knowing Alfred was upset.

Alfred only stayed in the hospital for three days.

The day he was discharged, Melora called him. He stared at his phone for a long time before rejecting the call, which pained him greatly. I bet if she knows I don’t want her anymore, she’ll cry.

From then on, Alfred started distancing himself from Melora.

Of course, he could easily deal with Melora. Instead of cutting things off with her cleanly, he did it slowly. As he tortured her, he was hurt, too.

After Christmas, he returned to his previous life.

He reconnected with Eras and the others.

Once again, he became who he used to be.

By the time Christmas was over, Melora had lost a few kilograms. She often couldn’t contact Alfred, and on the occasion she could, Leslie was the one who answered in an apologetic tone.

Even a fool could tell what Alfred was doing. However, she didn’t have the courage to question him face- to-face. All she could do was habitually wait for him at the condominium.

Sometimes, she’d forget to eat while waiting for him.

During Valentine’s Day, she received news of Alfred.

He had gone to support Ingrid at La Scala. After Ingrid finished her performance, she changed into a beautiful gown. With his arm wrapped around her waist, they appeared to be a perfect match.

The newspaper slipped from Melora’s hand. He’s in Barnwood, yet he hasn’t asked to meet me.

Lowering her teary gaze, she still called his number, wanting an explanation.

Alfred was at the clubhouse when his phone rang.

He settled the cards in his hand down and stared at Melora’s number silently.

Eras joked, “What’s the matter? Has your puppy caught up to you?”

A moment later, Alfred smiled casually again. “She’s just a child. How long can her attention last?”

As he resumed the card game, he said, “Please help me answer the call, Miss Hopper.”

Ingrid had no idea what his relationship with Melora was, but as a woman, she could tell it was intimate since he had ignored her for some time.

However, for reasons unknown to her, he reconnected with her again recently.

However, only she knew that, despite how affectionate he acted with her when in public, he had never touched her again after their reunion.

Seeing that she refused to budge, Alfred urged, “Do it!”

As such, Ingrid had no choice but to answer the call. “Hey, Miss Miller! Mr. Alfred is having fun in the clubhouse. How about you come join us?”

Melora’s breathing audibly quickened before the call ended abruptly.

Alfred paused for a moment right as he was about to play his cards.

Then, he smirked. “What did I say? A child’s attention won’t last long, but she keeps calling me. It’s quite annoying”

An icy look was swirling in his eyes.

It wasn’t until midnight that he returned to his car. Leslie asked softly. “Where to, Mr. Lodge?”

Alfred stared out the window, distracted.

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Then, he said, “The condominium.”

In the middle of the night, he returned to the place that had provided him with countless joyful moments.

To his surprise, Melora was there, sleeping on the dining table.

There were tear stains on the corner of her eyes.

Standing at the entrance, Alfred teared up as well. I wonder how long she’s been waiting for me. Why didn’t she sleep in the room? Does she love me that much?

Just as he was about to carry her, she woke up.

Melora gazed at him, the panic in her eyes clear.

She mouthed the word “Mr. Alfred” before she cried silently. All she did was stare at him, waiting for an explanation.

Alfred’s heart ached as he settled her down on the couch, gently patting her head. “Don’t wait for me anymore, Melora.”

A dazed look appeared on her countenance, as though she did yet didn’t understand him.

Steeling himself, Alfred continued to smile. “I’m too old and unsuitable for a stable relationship. Besides that, I’m not a good man.”

At that moment, she grasped his meaning completely but didn’t want to believe it.

Once, she was doted on by that handsome, mature man. He even brought her to Coldbridge to meet with his mother and had sex with her in his bedroom like a married couple.

Melora’s lips trembled. “I don’t believe you!”

Alfred settled down beside her and smoked a cigarette,

As the smoke rose, it blurred their vision.

Alfred chuckled briefly. “It’s been half a year, and I’ve gotten quite sick of you. You probably don’t know that a relationship like this only lasts for a few months at most. Do you expect us to get married if we don’t split up? Can’t you see the difference between our background and social circles? Do you really think we’re suited to marry each other?”

The color drained from Melora’s face, and it took tremendous effort to prevent herself from fainting.

All she could do was stare at him.

At that moment, his expression was the same as when he was with Ingrid.

Does he see me as a plaything like Miss Hopper? No, I’m different from her because at least he returned to Miss Hopper, while I can’t even reach him on the phone.

Melora remained still.

She was not the best at arguing with someone, and she loved Alfred too much to act like a shrew.

Furthermore, she couldn’t eat three sleeping pills like she did before to make Henry dote on her.

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There was nothing she could do.

Alfred stood and arrived before the window, where he continued to smoke quietly.

Then, he said a few more things, such as how he would compensate her for keeping him company for the past half a year and how thankful he was for that.

Melora didn’t respond to anything he uttered. Like a wooden doll, she sat lifelessly while tears streamed. down her cheeks endlessly. She kept hoping Alfred would turn around, hug her, and tell her he was only playing a prank on her.

Yet, no matter how long she waited, he didn’t hug her.

The night grew colder and colder.

Eventually, she spoke. “Don’t worry, Mr. Lodge. I won’t cling to you.”

Alfred slowly turned back.

Under the light, they met each other’s eyes.

Not long ago, she was still biting him while in his embrace, calling out his name sensually. He recalled. pulling her hair, preventing her from biting a certain part of him.

As he was immersed in his thoughts, Melora left.

She couldn’t be bothered to hide her sobbing, especially with how innocent she was.

She didn’t demand any explanation either, as though she had accepted that Alfred didn’t want her

anymore.

As Alfred watched her slowly close the door, he finished smoking the cigarette between his shaky fingers. His eyes glimmered with unshed tears.

Then, he settled down at the dining table.

There was a bowl of spaghetti on it, but it didn’t look that appetizing. Melora likely made it. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

He picked up a fork and finished it calmly and quickly

After that, he didn’t know what to do.

Without Melora, he had no idea what else he could do in the condominium.