The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Chapter 132 Melanie hailed a taxi outside and returned to the hotel.

Her head was dizzy from everything that had happened today. Sighing, she went to wash her face in the bathroom before lying down in bed.

Melanie’s head hurt, and the moment she fell onto the bed, she felt everything spinning around her. All she did was close her eyes, and she could hear Dylan’s sad and mournful voice paired with George’s coarse cursing exploding in her ears.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and she sat on her bed, gasping for air. Melanie took some time to recover. She then remembered that she had not taken her pills. She quickly grabbed a glass of cold water and gulped them down.

It was very quiet in the room, but Melanie was not sleepy after taking her medication. She was about to find something to do when her phone rang.

She picked her phone up to check and found that it was a link Xander had sent to her. It contained information about the latest exhibition hall that had just opened in Hearth City.

Melanie stared at her phone for quite a while before replying a thank you message to him. She found it funny that despite knowing Xander for only a short time, he was the only person who made her feel comfortable.

The fever medicine took effect, and Melanie slept deeply from it. However, she woke up the next half of the night because her body was burning and her throat was so dry that it felt like she had swallowed some daggers.

As she struggled to get out of bed drowsily, she could feel that her clothes were wet. The burning had subsided, but she now began to feel cold.

Her brain was muddled, and she grabbed her phone to call someone.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

However, she realized that she had no one to call when she clicked into her phonebook. It was impossible for Dylan to come to her.

Her grandfather was in Jepton.

As for Eugene... the probability of him coming over was even lower.

However, there was a ringing on her phone, pulling her out of her reverie.

Melanie looked at her phone slowly. She was shocked to see that she had made a call. The person she called was Eugene.

Melanie reacted quite slowly due to her condition. She wanted to hang up, but her hand was sweating so much that she was not able to tap on the screen properly.

Eugene’s deep, slightly husky voice was heard through the phone. “Talk to me, Melanie.”

Melanie bit her lip and replied slowly, “I called the wrong number. Sorry.”

It was only when she replied that Melanie realized her throat was so dry that she sounded like a piece of wooden block being sawed.

Melanie’s throat tightened, and she coughed violently.

It was only when she finally stopped coughing that she heard Eugene’s sneer. “Wrong number? Who were you planning to call at this hour?”

Melanie knew that he had nothing nice to say after hearing his tone. She forced another sentence out of her hoarse voice, “I’m sorry to have disturbed your rest.” She hung up after that.

She was relieved to finally hang up. Melanie looked at the time and found that it was only four in the morning.

Melanie flung her phone to the side, pushed her blanket away, and forced herself to sit up. However, she was dizzy, and her limbs were weak. Melanie ended up falling back into bed.

She was feeling terrible and was sweating profusely despite being in bed. Melanie suddenly laughed bitterly at herself. What a loser she was. She had worked hard for so many years only to end up having no one to care for her when she got sick.

Melanie picked up her phone again to look through her contact list. To be frank, she did not have many friends in her contacts. All she had were a bunch of clients’ numbers.

Other than the clients, her contacts included Eugene’s fair—weather friends.