Crystal’s One Night of Love novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320 You Are Out Of My League Part 2 

A strange atmosphere quickly descended upon the private room. 

Alfred’s expression darkened slightly as he gently brushed his finger across his cards. No one could tell what was going through his mind. 

As for Melora, she stood at the entrance with tears in her eyes, just like a pitiful little 

puppy. 

Alfred slowly got to his feet and walked toward the door. Sensing something amiss, Ingrid called out by reflex, “Alfred!” 

As if he didn’t hear her, Alfred strode to the entrance and asked in a tender tone, “Why did you follow us here?” 

Melora stared at him before shifting her gaze toward Ingrid and the others in the private 

room. 

It took a bit before she eked out the words. “I forgot to get the autograph.” 

Her lie fooled no one, but none in the room dared to expose her, for they could tell that she was someone special to Alfred. 

At a snail’s pace, Alfred broke into a smile before turning around and saying, “Miss Hopper, this is your fault. Hurry up and give the young lady her autograph so that she can complete her task and return home.” 

Ingrid naturally knew what the proper thing to do was. 

She opened her bag and retrieved a scented photo of her to put her autograph on. Sashaying to Melora, she handed the card over and teased, “Alfred is right. It’s indeed my fault.” 

Melora subsequently thanked her softly. 

Despite her reluctance to look at Alfred, the latter kept his gaze on her. 

It wasn’t until she took her leave that Alfred got someone to send her home. 

“There’s no need for that.” Her head shook as she said, “I drove here.” 

Not insisting any further, Alfred reached out as if to stroke her hair but eventually put down. his arm. Instead, he shot her a smile. “Be careful while driving.” 

With a hum of acknowledgment, Melora turned and left. 

Throughout the entire episode, there wasn’t a single hostile or resentful comment made 

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between them. Melora knew that only lovers had the right to say such things, and she and Alfred were anything but that. 

In fact, he wouldn’t even allow her to have a crush on him. 

Finally, the bronze gilded doors gradually closed. 

Alfred was surrounded by an opulent atmosphere and stunning beauties while she was all alone, her long shadow cast upon the ground by the glittering chandeliers along the corridor. 

As the buzz of activity returned to the private room, Ingrid leaned against Alfred obsequiously. Eras and the others couldn’t help but tease, “You should have let the young girl stay, Alfred. How could you bring yourself to send your young admirer home like that?” 

Alfred joked with them in response, but beneath his smiling face was a sense of frustration. that didn’t belong. 

As a bachelor, it wasn’t a big deal for him to go around philandering. However, the fact that Melora had seen him doing so made him feel uncomfortable. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t his other half, nor did she have the right to restrict him. 

“I’m done playing.” 

In the end, he threw his cards on the table and ended the evening’s session, causing the room. to fall silent. 

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A moment later, Ingrid eked out a smile and suggested coyly, “Are you feeling under the weather? Why you come over to my place and I’ll give you a massage? You always let your problems get the better of you.” 

Eras quickly added, “That’s right. Why don’t you let Miss Hopper take good care of you.” 

Not wanting to embarrass Ingrid, Alfred had no choice but to go along. 

Ingrid’s home had an elegant decor. She even lit up some scented candles in her bedroom. for Alfred, a favorite of his whenever he dropped by in the past. 

Leaning against the couch, Alfred closed his eyes to relish in the comfort Ingrid showered upon him. 

As Ingrid softly sang a tune by his side, her slender waist and jiggly bosom were accentuated by her tight gown, making for an alluring sight. 

After listening for a while, Alfred opened his eyes when he only grew increasingly irritated. 

It was then that Ingrid, resting on his lap, pleaded, “Why don’t you stay the night?” 

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No man in Alfred’s position then would be able to resist Ingrid’s charms, yet all the former could think of was Melora, who had put on a strong front earlier despite being on the verge 

of tears. 

Gently nudging Ingrid away, Alfred put on his shoes as he remarked nonchalantly, “I still have a lot of work to do tomorrow morning. I don’t have a choice!” 

Naturally, Ingrid was upset, for she could tell that he was just making excuses. 

Alfred then gave her cheeks a gentle pinch while comforting her, “I’m really busy!” 

Stomping her feet in anger was all Ingrid could manage as she didn’t dare throw a tantrum. 

When Alfred left her place, Leslie was already waiting by the car. His employer’s sudden. appearance took Leslie by surprise. “Are you not staying with Miss Hopper?” 

Ignoring the question, Alfred simply got into the car. 

It wasn’t until a short while passed that he asked abruptly, “Do you think the young one is angry at me?” 

Leslie was briefly confused before realizing who Alfred was talking about. He then replied. smilingly, “She’s just a kid. She’ll probably forget it in a few days.” 

A faint grin was the only response Alfred gave. 

That’s right. She’s still a budding young lady. Her infatuation probably won’t last long. 

Closing his eyes, Alfred instructed softly, “Head to the Miller residence.” 

Late at night, David had just settled into bed when the housekeeper knocked on his door, informing him that Alfred’s car had arrived. 

It wasn’t until the housekeeper repeated herself that David sat back 

Julia, too, put on her jacket but was stopped by David, who ranted, “That Lodge kid must be upset about something to have come here and be bothering us in the middle of the night!” 

Nevertheless, he had no choice but to receive his 

guest. 

As Crystal and Henry had yet to be married, he couldn’t avoid entertaining Alfred accordingly. 

After putting on a jacket, David replaced the scowl on his face with a warm expression. “It’s a surprise to see you here, Alfred. Why didn’t you tell me that you were in town? I would have thrown a feast to welcome you back.” 

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With his distinguished figure standing in the living room, Alfred broke into a smile. “It’s still not too late to do it now!” 

David froze in response. 

Now? Is he kidding? It’s almost ten. What’s the f*cking point of having a welcome feast at this hour? 

Amidst their conversation, a slender figure with long black hair came down the steps. She was wearing a flowy white dress, her reddened. 

eyes 

It was none other than Melora. 

She had come down after hearing the commotion downstairs and ended up seeing Alfred. 

What… is he doing here? 

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Alfred had a leisurely air to him as he beamed at her, as though she were any younger member of the family. 

Under the light’s illumination, he noticed how pale her face looked. 

Nevertheless, the 

unsuspecting David instructed the butler to prepare a meal before saying 

to his daughter. “Since you’ve come down, hurry up and greet Alfred.” 

Melora’s lips moved but no words came out. 

Right after that, she spun on her heels and ran back upstairs. 

Shaking his head, David said to Alfred, “She’s but a spoilt child! Please don’t mind her, Alfred.” 

Alfred’s gaze shifted upstairs as he grinned. “It’s no big deal. She’s just a kid.” 

After the butler personally served up a feast, David ate and drank with Alfred for about an hour but still had no idea what the latter’s purpose of this visit was. 

It wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning that Leslie helped Alfred into the car, for he had had a lot to drink. 

Leaning back into his seat, Alfred fell into deep thought. I’m heading back to Coldbridge tomorrow morning, but that little girl is still upset with me. 

He felt compelled to cheer her up before leaving. 

When he tried calling her phone, no one answered. He let it ring seven to eight times before finally ending the call. 

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An indescribable bitterness welled up within him, causing him to be stricken with heartache.