Chapter 330 Tired Of Her 3
Alfred still walked over.
The neon lights of the city draped them in a kaleidoscope of colors, rendering everything as surreal as a dream.
It was as if he had never left or spoken those hurtful words.
He was still her Mr. Alfred, always ready to embrace her late at night and playfully call her “Melo” in the morning before informing her of his departure.
Her lips quivered as she watched him approach her.
If only this dream could last forever, but her pride would never allow her to live in denial.
“Melora.” Alfred gently caressed her face, reluctant to let go.
She evaded his touch and gave him a slap.
The slap was not forceful, yet its sound echoed like thunder, marking a clear boundary between them.
She felt somewhat dazed after giving him the slap.
Her lips trembled as she said, “Mr. Lodge, you’re so generous, even arranging exit strategies for women you’ve slept with. But whether I’m single or taken, whether anyone desires me or not, it truly has nothing” to do with you!”
She forced herself to utter those words and then proceeded toward the door.
However, no matter how hard she pulled, the door remained shut.
She stood there stiffly, her voice carrying a nasal tone as she said, “What are you doing? Aren’t you. afraid that being seen like this will affect your reputation?”
Alfred walked over slowly and held her hand firmly.
He got so close that if he just tilted his head, he could kiss her soft earlobe-a spot he loved to tease during their intimate moments which would drive her to the edge.
Yet now, he could only hold her hand and speak softly. “Listen to me. Find someone to marry and live a peaceful life.”
Melora fell into a daze once more. Live a peaceful life? I don’t even know what a peaceful life means ever since I got into this messy relationship!
Melora was not a mean person. Even when he toyed with her feelings, she could not bring herself to speak harshly. Her only desire was to escape from him and get out of his sight.
In the end, Alfred decided to let her go.
He could only stay behind and watch as her footsteps gradually faded into the distance.
Leslie appeared silently and asked in a hushed tone, “She left?”
Alfred hummed in response before slowly lighting a cigarette. He then said, “Encounters like today will
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probably become increasingly rare in the future. It’s normal for young people to throw tantrums, but they’ll come around eventually. Leslie, do you think she’ll be able to find a good man, marry him, and have children with him within the next two years? If she were to give birth to a girl, I bet the girl would look just like her.”
“Please don’t say that anymore!” Leslie got slightly dewy-eyed. Perhaps there’s still hope!
Alfred stood there quietly, his handsome face composed and devoid of expression.
He had too many worries to deal with.
If he had met Melora a decade earlier, he would have undoubtedly married her, brought her home, and made her the happiest woman in the world.
He let out a sigh after a while, “Prepare a jet. We’re heading back to Coldbridge.”
Meanwhile, Melora left the banquet.
Instead of heading home, she found a store. There, she exchanged her million-dollar designer dress for a modest outfit worth a few hundred and aimlessly strolled through the streets.
As the night grew deeper, a sleek black car drove by her
It belonged to none other than Ingrid. Ingrid was not alone in the vehicle. She was accompanied by a man who had just become her boyfriend. They were preparing to enjoy a night of intimacy.
Spotting Melora from a distance, Ingrid signaled the driver to stop.
The car halted, and she gracefully emerged, her hips swaying as she approached Melora. In a rather kind tone, she asked, “Why are you wandering around so late at night? Let me give you a ride home! Otherwise, if your Mr. Alfred finds out tomorrow, he’ll blame me for not doing my job properly.”
Hearing those words, Melora could not help but feel a surge of irritation.
She continued walking forward.
At that moment, a young and handsome man emerged from the car and wrapped his arm around Ingrid’s waist. “Who’s this?”
Melora turned around and looked at him.
Ingrid snuggled in the man’s arms, seemingly unconcerned about how people might judge them. She giggled even more alluringly and said to Melora, “Why do you look surprised? No wonder you’re just a kid. Isn’t it normal for men and women to behave like this? Do you think I’ll stay abstinent for Alfred? Besides, since you came along, he’s never come close to me, let alone touch me. I might as well enjoy myself on my own.”
Melora’s breathing was erratic. What did she just say? Mr. Alfred is not with her? Why did he lie to met
Seeing the doubt in Melora’s eyes, Ingrid decided to clarify the situation.
She took a few steps forward, casually straightened Melora’s attire, and said in a relaxed manner. “Whatever Alfred and I had is all in the past now. I know how he feels about me, and I’ve had my share of dreams about being his wife. But when he held me this time, he didn’t want to get close-to me in that way. That’s when I figured he wouldn’t marry me. So, really, there’s not much else to talk about since he wouldn’t even touch me.”
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Ingrid was never a woman who would remain celibate for anyone. The fact that he refused to touch her. meant he was not interested in her.
Melora gazed steadily into her eyes and muttered, “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I feel sorry for you!” Ingrid grinned. “Just by looking at your silly face, I can tell he must have mistreated you. I’m willing to share this with you even though it pains me. If you want to find out more, you should ask him directly. Only he holds the key to his own thoughts.”
After that, she embraced the handsome man’s waist and planted a passionate kiss on his lips.
Lost in their affection, they returned to the car.
Just as the car started moving. Melora flagged it down. In the back seat, Ingrid and the handsome man were kissing. The abrupt stop startled them, and the driver, visibly uncomfortable, said, “Miss Miller stopped the car!”
As he spoke, Melora had already opened the car door and squeezed her way to where Ingrid and the handsome man were.
The atmosphere grew increasingly awkward.
Ingrid’s attire was disheveled, exposing a large expanse of her fair skin.
The man, too, did not look any better.
“Drive me to the airport,” Melora said stiffly.
Ingrid, unsure of what to do, paled with anger. “Why should I? I don’t owe you anything.”
Melora refused to relent.
The man smiled and attempted to comfort Ingrid. “Let’s give her a ride!”
He was very attracted to Ingrid and wished for Melora to divert Alfred’s attention so that he could be alone with Ingrid. With that hidden agenda in mind, they set off for the airport.
Melora, often a bit of a pushover, could not hold back her tears at the thought that Alfred might be going through some difficulties.
Ingrid, visibly annoyed, tidied her clothes and rolled her eyes. This crybaby is such a mood spoiler.
There were no more flights at such late hours.
Melora sat alone in the departure lounge, clutching a plane ticket for the earliest flight to Coldbridge the next day.
She could have gone home first, but she could not wait.
She just wanted to sit there and wait.
She had considered calling Alfred, but she was afraid he would not answer.
In the distance, a group of people walked by.
Seven or eight individuals surrounded an outstanding and handsome man, heading toward the VIP
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walkway. The man caught sight of a young girl sitting in the empty waiting area looking sad. She looks like Melora from behind. But why would she be here? She must be crying again tonight.
Alfred remained still, silently observing her for a while until Leslie reminded him, “Mr. Lodge, the flight is about to take off!”
Alfred retracted his gaze and quickly entered the VIP walkway.
Upon returning to Coldbridge, he called for an emergency meeting and spent the entire morning. attending to official duties.
It was not until noon that he finally had a moment to return home.
As lunchtime drew near, the housekeepers bustled about, preparing meals. When asked about the occasion, he was informed that they would be hosting a guest from Barnwood. Lucia was so thrilled that she harvested vegetables from her garden in anticipation of the guest’s visit.
Alfred wondered who the guest from Barnwood was. Could it be Anna?
After lighting a cigarette, he walked toward the kitchen, ready to greet them.
However, as he brushed aside the vines along the corridor, he froze in his tracks.
There, he saw that Melora was sitting on a stool, accompanying Lucia.
The scene instantly reminded him of the cherished memories from the past.
Alfred’s eyes turned red.
He momentarily lost his voice as his gaze locked onto them. He also noticed that she was wearing the same clothes he had seen at the airport last night. It turned out Melora was the one he had seen there. So, she really spent the entire night at the airport. Silly girl.
Alfred felt utterly sad, but he maintained his composure. He walked over slowly, took a drag of his cigarette, and greeted them with a smile, “Melora, did you come to keep my mom company?”
Melora looked up and gazed into his eyes.
Alfred, too, observed her silently for a while before taking a seat.
Lucia gave him a slap on the back. “I ran into her on the street and couldn’t leave her out in the cold. She was wandering around so early in the morning with nothing on her. How could I not bring her back to take care of her? I’m not as heartless as you!”
Alfred remained composed.
He looked at Melora, and after a pause, he said softly, “Let her stay in the same room as before. I’ll take her
there.”
With that, he led Melora away.
Lucia sighed softly, her gaze following them.
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