Chapter 317 Crying For Mister Alfred 2


    Alfred lowered his head to look at the pair of fair hands.


    Yet, his gaze went unnoticed by her as she continued holding his arm while they walked out of the


    cemetery.


    Leslie, still holding the umbre and trailing after them, was silent in contemtion.


    The night before, Alfred had said that he was not interested in Ingrid’spany. Perhaps it was not


    because Ingrid was boring, but because he had encountered someone better that everyone else paled


    inparison.


    When they were on their way back, Alfred told the driver to take Melora’s car.


    Melora sat beside Alfred. She was rather talkative and not at all fazed by what happened the night


    before.


    Leslie drove with a smile, thinking, It’s rare that Mr. Lodge isn’t getting irritable.


    Mid-journey, Alfred received a call from his university friend from Barnwood about a gathering in the


    afternoon.


    After speaking for a while, Alfred suddenly turned to Melora.


    He chuckled and went on, “You all must be doing this on purpose. You know that I’m single, but you still


    want me to bring a femalepanion. Aren’t you trying to make life tough for me?”


    The person on the other end responded to Alfred’s words, but Melora could not hear what they said.


    Alfred proceeded to stretch his arm to touch his car seat. “All right, all right.”


    He ended the call.


    If it was another day, Leslie would have definitely arranged for someone to be Alfred’s female


    companion-someone sensible and obedient. However, there was another woman in the car, and Leslie


    could not tell what Alfred’s n was, so he said nothing.


    Sure enough, once Alfred tossed his phone aside, he turned to Melora to say, “Join me for a meal.”


    Melora hesitated. Mr. Alfred’s friends are probably a whole bunch of old men too, right?


    Alfred added, “If you go, you’ll get mary gifts.”


    At that, Melora agreed to it.


    After returning to the hotel, Alfred had a change of clothes.


    He was still wearing his usual white shirt and ck cks, but he undid two of his shirt buttons and


    rolled his sleeves up to his elbow to reveal his defined forearms.


    His body was one that women would fall for.


    After that, he drove the ck Lotus and brought her to an obscure upscale clubhouse that only


    members could enter. The average person could note to this establishment, for they would not


    know about it in the first ce.


    The Miller family was wealthy, but they were in a different social circle, so Melora had never been to


    this clubhouse.


    The manager dared not stare at Alfred as he led them to a private room. All he said was, “Enjoy


    yourself, Mr. Lodge.”


    Alfred inclined his head.


    Then, the gilded carved doors slowly closed. Alfred leaned against the doorframe and lit a cigarette.


    It was clear that he was a frequent visitor to the clubhouse.


    The room was big, around eight hundred square meters. The dining room was separated from the


    entertainment area. There were over a dozen people seated by the table when they arrived, and they


    were all waiting for Alfred.


    Just as Alfred was done with his cigarette, a man dressed to his nines came over with a ss of red


    wine.


    “Alfred, you’re a tough man to invite.”


    The man was handsome, though his eyes gave him a frivolous image. When he turned to Melora, he


    chuckled. “Where did you find this girl from? She looks pretty!”


    Alfred blew out a ring of smoke. “She’s a young family friend.”


    The man did not believe him, however.


    Who would? After all, men like them would only bring their lovers to such gatherings. Though Alfred


    was not married, he would have confidantes.


    Earlier in the morning, Ingrid had called, hoping to find out more information about Alfred


    However, Alfred smiled and said, “I’m not pulling your leg. She’s the Miller family’s daughter and


    Henry’s little sister.”


    The men in the room were shocked.


    The little sister of the legal world’s Grim Reaper? Why did Alfred bring her here?


    Alfred reached out to pat the top of Melora’s head. “The girl said she wanted to learn more about the


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    He then prompted Melora to greet the others. “This is Eras Yonder. You can call him Mr. Yonder.”


    Right then, a gorgeous woman walked over. She looked young, maybe even younger than Melora.


    She appeared intimate with Eras.


    Not knowing how things worked between Alfred’s group, Melora sweetly greeted, “Mr. Yonder. Mrs.


    Yonder.”


    The woman chuckled, and so did the rest.


    Eras thenughed and asked where Alfred had found her. Though the woman wasughing as well,


    she was a little stunned. How many young women could remain as innocent as Melora?


    The atmosphere during the meal was merry, and the people were not reserved around each other.


    Instead of a meal, perhaps it would be more urate to call it a social event. These prominent figures


    needed a way to maintain their connections with each other.


    Among the group, Alfred was the one with the highest standing.


    He had several resources regarding the new energy source. Any simple project he could offer them


    would let them live the rest of their lives without the need to worry about their financial status.


    Of course, Alfred had use for them too.


    Someone who wanted to curry favor with the Miller family and Henry came over to toast Melora, but


    Alfred shielded her from them. Without beating around the bush, he told them, “She isn’t well-


    acquainted with those affairs.”


    Therefore, the others stopped trying.


    When Alfred went to the restroom, Melora followed him out. Everyone in the room could tell that there


    was something else about their rtionship, but since Alfred said she was merely his young family


    friend, they were going to say nothing else about it.


    As Alfred washed his hands, Melora leaned in to whisper, “Mr. Alfred, I think they’re a little afraid of


    you.”


    Alfred turned off the golden faucet.


    He had drunk a little more than he wanted, so he was smoking to sober himself up.


    As the smoke rose, he mulled over Melora’s words.


    Indeed, although these people were his ssmates and they were not indebted to each other, all of


    them hoped to ride his coattails.


    It was lonely at the top.


    While they were fearful of him and were respectfully calling him “Mr. Lodge” now, if he were to ever fall


    from grace, they would crush him and leave him in pieces.


    Only a silly young woman like Melora would make everything seem so simple.


    As a matter of fact, Alfred was starting to regret having brought her here.


    Right then, a sound came from inside the restroom. It sounded like someone was in pain yet also


    delighted. At the start, it was unrhythmic, but both parties soon got really into it and stopped caring


    about where they were.


    The restroom cubicle door even started shaking vigorously.


    A woman’s pleasured sounds rang out, sometimes soft and sometimes urgent, mixing with a man’s


    pleased groans.


    Melora stiffened.


    No matter how foolish she was, she could tell what was happening in the cubicle. They were definitely


    not a married couple, for a married couple would not be so urgent to do such a thing in a public ce,


    especially when they had a reputation to uphold.


    When she thought about the ages of the young women in the room, a sour look crept onto her face.


    These men must have brought their lovers here, but Alfred brought me here.


    With reddened eyes, she red at Alfred.


    Alfred continued to smoke, but a mysterious look had appeared on his face.


    Irked, Melora gave him a kick.


    She had thought that Alfred was a gentleman.


    Holding the cigarette between his fingers, Alfred reached out to hold her wrist with another. hand. He


    lowered his voice as he said, “Why are you losing your temper at me when you’re eavesdropping on


    them?”


    She gave him another re. He evidently knew about this.


    However, he was distracted by a tingling sensation on her wrist where he held her.


    Alfred then extinguished his cigarette, about to bring her away from the restroom.


    Just then, the two in the cubicle were done with their business. The man was swift in putting his pants


    again. When he walked out, he was even telling the woman, “Let’s go to the hotel once this gathering is


    over. This isn’t enough.”


    Melora could only blink helplessly.


    In a few seconds’ time, the other two individuals would walk out to find them eavesdropping on them.


    Alfred’s gaze darkened.


    He quickly wrapped his arm around Melora’s waist and led her into the women’s restroom.


    The door shut with a loud thud.


    Melora’s heart was thumping loudly. As she surveyed her surroundings, she bit her lower lip and


    muttered, “What do we do if we get spotted when we go out?”


    Alfred pressed her against the door.


    This silly woman’s not sensing any danger, huh?


    Lowering his head, he brushed his face past her ear and hoarsely said, “Are you afraid of someone


    else misunderstanding us?”


    Melora nodded earnestly.


    Alfred chuckled. It did not matter even if others saw them. No one would be shocked by what went on


    in the cubicle


    Having drunk alcohol, he found the young woman in his arms exceptionally soft to the touch.


    As their bodies ground against each other, Melora’s breathing turned rapid.


    She did not dare to move an inch. Even inhaling made her closer to him. Leaning against him also


    made her realize that he was not as skinny as she imagined him to be-he was not buff, but he had lean


    muscles.


    His skin was warm, she noticed.


    Alfred was no dense man. When he sensed her anxiety, he gently ruffled her hair.


    “Are you afraid?”


    Melora choked out a sob.


    Cupping her face, he whispered, “Call me Mr. Alfred, and we’ll go out after.”


    “Mr. Al…fred.”


    She could barely squeeze out those words. Her lips trembled, and she could barely maintain her


    upright position.


    Melora had no idea what had gotten into her.


    She felt flustered.


    Yet, her heart could not lie. She liked him. She liked this man who she called “Mr. Alfred.”


    Alfred’s face approached hers until their faces were a hair’s breadth apart.


    “I did what you asked,” Melora said, close to tears.


    Alfred hummed in response before cupping the back of her head to kiss her. She resisted, but he


    restrained her and rasped, “Behave.”


    Melora widened her eyes and watched as he assaulted her.