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 youngdy her autograph so that she canplete her task and return
home.”
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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, thetter 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 resentfulment made 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 phndering. However, the fact that Melora had
seen him doing so made him feel ufortable. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t his other half, nor did
she have the right to restrict him.
“I’m done ying.”
In the end, he threw his cards on the table and ended the evening’s session, causing the room. to fall
silent.
A momentter, Ingrid eked out a smile and suggested coyly, “Are you feeling under the weather? Why
youe over to my ce 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 thefort Ingrid showered upon him.
As Ingrid softly sang a tune by his side, her slender waist and jiggly bosom were entuated 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 hisp, pleaded, “Why don’t you stay the night?”
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 nonchntly, “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 whileforting 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 ce, 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 youngdy. Her infatuation probably won’tst 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 havee 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 ordingly.
After putting on a jacket, David reced 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
wee you back.”
With his distinguished figure standing in the living room, Alfred broke into a smile. “It’s still not toote
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 wee feast at this hour?
Amidst their conversation, a slender figure with long ck hair came down the steps. She was wearing
a flowy white dress, her reddened.
It was none other than Melora.
She hade down after hearing themotion downstairs and ended up seeing Alfred.
What… is he doing here?
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’vee 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 thetter’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 feltpelled 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.
An indescribable bitterness welled up within him, causing him to be stricken with heartache.
Truth be told, someone like him should never be involved in a rtionship, let alone with someone as
immature as Melora. Despite his vehement denials and how he kept insisting she was simply a
younger family member, he couldn’t deny that she was special to him.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t reciprocate her feelings, nor could he forget her either.
Holding that thought, Alfred opened the car window to let in the wind, hoping to reinvigorate himself
with it. A short while passed before he pretended to be calm by joking with Leslie. “I’ve embarrassed
myself in front of you.”
Those who pursued Alfred were too many to count.
Some were after his position, while others were after his good looks. In fact, he couldn’t even
remember some of their names.
Among them all, Melora was the only one he seemed to care about.
They barely had a rtionship to speak of, let alone shared a night of passion. All they ever did
together was have a meal, and there was also the time when she took a nap in his bedroom. On top of
that, they kissed once, and she greeted him as Mr. Alfred…
Thereafter, he never heard from her for a while.
After Crystal became pregnant and the Miller family came to propose a marriage between. the two
families, Alfred expected to see Melora, for she always enjoyed a lively asion.
When she didn’t turn up, he felt slightly disappointed and spent most of the event smoking alone, going
through half a pack of cigarettes.
The day Crystal got married, Alfred finally got to see Melora.
She was wearing a beautiful blue dress with a hue so pure that it left him mesmerized. As she kept her
distance from him and stayed with the other girls, all he could do was watch her from afar.
Alfred thought, This is for the better. I don’t know what to say if I see her, as there’s nothing I can give
her at all, nor should I give her anything.
The gap between their age and identities was a gulf too big to bridge.
He didn’t dare dwell upon the intensity of the feelings a young girl like her had for him and whether she
could withstand the trials and tribtions involved. As for his own feelings, he was forced to cast aside
the affection he harbored deep in his heart before he even had the chance to confess it.
It was just that he couldn’t help missing her.
As for his close female friends, it had been a long time since he contacted any of them.
Clueless to what was going on, Eras and the others thought that he had changed for the better. Little
did they know that he had inadvertently fallen for Melora.
During his business trip to Hulcaster, he personally queued and bought two stuffed rabbits in his free
time.
He had heard that they were called “Ste Lous” and girls adored them.
Upon bringing them back to his office, Leslie couldn’t contain his smile. “These are so cute. When you
go on a business trip to Barnwood next week, I’m sure Miss Melora would be very happy to receive
them.”
Lighting up a cigarette, Alfred gave Leslie a side-eye. “Who said that I bought them for her? Even if I
were going to gift her, Crystal would get one too. I didn’t get it specifically for her.”
Leslie quickly corrected himself. “That’s right. The whole point is to give one to Miss Lodge.”
Only then did Alfred get off Leslie’s back.
Once he was alone, he couldn’t resist wondering if Melora would like the toy.
That young girl should always be happy.