The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Chapter 165 1/2 Melanie said, “We've arrived.”

Eugene did not move. Maybe his voice was a little hoarse because he had drunk some wine. “Are you in a rush to meet Stephen?”

His tone was calm, and Melanie could not hear any emotions in it.

She was slightly taken aback. “Did Simon tell you this?”

Other than Simon, no one else would care about what she was doing.

“It seems that you have feelings for Stephen.” The basement was dark, and so was the car.

Melanie’s poor night vision blurred her view of Eugene’s figure. She only knew where he was but could not see his expression.

She could hear Eugene clicking his tongue in disgust. “Melanie, Stephen is from a well—-to—do family with an educational background. Families like his despise cheap women the most.”

It took Melanie some time to process what Eugene meant.’

She closed her eyes, feeling her chest hurting. Trying to speak out, she asked, “Am | cheap?” Eugene’s voice still sounded indifferent. “Who knows? | was just reminding you.”

He got out of the car after saying that.

Melanie watched as he turned at the corner of the corridor. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened. Eugene's words were imprinted in her heart.

To him, she was cheap.

It made her wonder if he had always thought of her that way.

Was that why he had been playing with her feelings?

It took Melanie some time to snap out of her emotions. Her cold hands were warm again. Eugene sure knew how to break her heart.

He knew her soft spot.

When Melanie returned home, she still felt weak.

Unable to change into her pajamas, she entered the bathroom after kicking off her high heels. The warm water poured from her head, and Melanie let the water flow down her face as if to wash away her humiliation.

She had flawless skin, which turned pinkish because of the warm water.

Melanie could only hear Eugene’s words of humiliation ringing in her ear upon seeing her pinkish skin.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

With an expressionless face, she lathered the bath gel on her skin silently,

Her pinkish skin turned red, yet she did not stop. Droplets of water fell on her red skin, but Melanie had no idea if it was the water or her teardrops. She rubbed her arms until she was tired.

In the end, she squatted by the wall and hugged her legs as she buried her head between her knees. She let her hair drape over her legs messily.

She might have used too much strength when she rubbed her skin, so her arms were still red the following day.

She glanced at her arms and decided to wear a long-sleeved shirt.

When she was at the office, Yana greeted her tiredly.

She had been amending the table all night and was exhausted.

When she saw Melanie’s attire, she asked in a strange voice, “Melanie, aren't you feeling warm wearing long sleeves?”

Melanie lowered her eyelids and replied, “I’m allergic to UV rays.”