The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Cedric’s calls came in one after another, but Eugene did not answer.

This dinner felt somewhat dull to Melanie.

Putting down her fork, she asked Eugene coldly, “Can you leave now?”

Eugene paused, and his phone beside him continued to flash even though it was on silent mode. Calls and messages kept coming one after another.

“You’re disturbing me,” Melanie said.

The TV show reached its climax, bringing with it excitement and applause. It matched the sudden ringing of bells outside.

Eugene froze as he looked at Melanie. His eyes were squinted. After a while, he asked her, “Do you think I’m disturbing you?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Melanie put down her fork expressionlessly.

“You said you came for work, so I relented. Today is Christmas Eve, and out of courtesy and tradition, I didn’t wish to argue with you. But you’ve disrupted my dinner, so I hope you can leave.”

Melanie emphasized each word, her attitude firm and resolute.

Eugene’s and Melanie’s locked eyes for a moment. Melanie’s gaze fell on Eugene’s phone, which lit up again. She further steeled her attitude.

Emotions were churning in Eugene’s deep–set eyes, and the chill emanating from him increased compared to when he entered the house.

Only when another message popped in did Eugene stand up.

Taking his phone, he looked deeply at Melanie. She sat upright, expressionless.

The old house had poor sound insulation, and the door lock needed to be more secure. The sound of Eugene slamming the door was loud.

The old door swayed for a moment, responding to the echoing sound from the slam.

Melanie sat at the dining table, lowered her head for a moment, and then slowly resumed eating with

her fork.

Snowflakes swayed gently in the wind outside the window. Eugene stopped and looked at his phone screen for a while, a hint of annoyance flickering in his eyes.

He answered the call, and the person on the other end seemed surprised that he picked up. After a

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still brief pause, a stern voice echoed. “Can’t you even stay home on Christmas? Eugene, respect me as your father?”

Cedric’s angry voice came through the speaker. Eugene’s expression turned gloomier. He stood in the

shadows and glanced at the brightly lit window, saying, “Oh, I thought it was a business party you organized.”

“You!” Cedric raised his voice instantly as if wanting to reprimand Eugene. However, upon realizing something, he quickly lowered his voice,

He scolded Eugene, “I don’t care what you’re up to, but Peyton and Evelyn are at home now. You’d better come back soon, or don’t blame me

Before he could finish his sentence, someone interrupted him. Cedric sternly warned Eugene a while more before hanging up.

Eugene did not say much. His black coat blended into the night, making his silhouette hard to detect.

After Eugene left, Melanie’s dinner became more peaceful.

She watched the programs alone, ate some toffee, and chatted with Yvonne and others in the group chat before getting to bed.

Melanie did not have many visitors. Only a few neighbors who were once close to her grandfather dropped by. It was now the third day after Christmas, and Melanie had already spent two quiet days at RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

home alone.

When Liana called, Melanie was sitting by the window and reading a book. Liana asked, “Is it alright for us to pick you up at 5:00 pm tomorrow?”

Liana had previously mentioned that Melanie and Xander would attend Xander’s father’s birthday party together.