The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

The doors to the hotel opened, and the wind from outside blew in. It was indeed cold.

Stephen had walked out, and Melanie wanted to wait for him at a corner of the corridor, but she saw Eugene opening his eyes. He was a little drunk, so the corner of his eyes was red, and his pupils were still dark.

Eugene’s gaze fell on Melanie. Her brows furrowed subconsciously when she heard him say, Melanie, drive me home.” Startled, she did not move.

She looked around. Simon or any other friends of Eugene were nowhere to be seen.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Not getting a response from her annoyed Eugene. His expression turned gloomy as his fixed on Melanie.

She lowered her eyelids and spoke in a voice that was loud enough for Eugene to hear, “I didn’t drive here. Ask Simon to drive you home.”

eyes Eugene stared at her as he smirked meaningfully. He mocked, “Are you really dating Stephen now?” Melanie looked at her feet, saying, “It’s none of your concern. Stephen and | are just friends.”

She wasn’t sure if Eugene believed her, but he closed his eyes once more.

Melanie moved her lips but eventually swallowed the words she was about to say.

She could not give Eugene a lift.

Eugene was drunk now, so it would actually be fine. However, once he sobered up, he would misunderstand and think she did it on purpose.

Stephen happened to drive over in his car. Melanie glanced at Eugene one last time before heading toward the car. Stephen said, “I saw Eugene in the lobby just now. “He might be waiting for someone,” Melanie responded calmly.

Stephen stopped asking and drove Melanie home. Before he left her house, he handed her a small box inside the car. “I did this for fun. Take it as a gift of appreciation for tonight.”

In the box was a clay figurine that looked real and beautiful.

Melanie did not expect Stephen to have such a talent. Back home, she appreciated the figurine for a while before keeping it on the table on top of the box.

She had worn thick makeup that night and took longer to shower.

When she walked out of the shower, she saw Eugene on the sofa in the living room.

Melanie’s footsteps froze. The lock of her house was a password lock, and Eugene knew the password. Her action of combing her hair stopped as she stood still.

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Eugene reeked of alcohol. Lifting his eyelids, he said with parted lips, “Come over here, Melanie.”

Eugene’s voice sounded different from usual. Freezing, Melanie asked, “Do you want me to call Viola over?” However, Eugene only responded to her with a stare, and he said nothing.

After a while, he unbuttoned the collar of his shirt as he said, “What does Stephen see in you?”

Melanie was at a loss for words. “You're drunk.”

“You haven't answered me yet. What does Stephen see in you?” Eugene squinted his eyes as he observed Melanie like he was evaluating an item.

Melanie took a deep breath. She did not want to talk much with him.

She wanted to pull Eugene up from the sofa. “I'll send you back.”

However, her wrist was grabbed just as her fingers touched Eugene’s arm.

He lowered his head and buried his face on Melanie’s shoulder as he called out her name in his deep voice, “Melanie.”