The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

The awkward atmosphere did not last for long. Soon, Simon’s friends greeted him and broke the silence. Melanie could not leave, yet she didn’t want to stay either. She could only sit back down on the

sofa.

The waiters noticed Melanie was not in the mood to drink anymore and quickly went to some other ladies’ sides.

The private room was lively again. When Yvonne returned with a glass of wine, Melanie was scrolling through her phone absent- mindedly.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Yvonne sat beside Melanie. “Mel, they’re playing poker. Why don’t we join? By the way, why isn’t Xander here yet?”

The lighting in the private room was dim, and it could hide Melanie’s expression. She lowered her voice. “You guys carry on playing.

She had not taken her dinner and had been suppressing her anger all afternoon. At this moment, her stomach was growling, and she was feeling uncomfortable.

Yvonne noticed Melanie’s lack of interest and stopped persuading her. Grabbing her wine glass, she started chatting with another lady.

Since the lights were dim, Melanie found it a challenge to look at her surroundings. Moreover, she had chosen a seat at the corner. She could not see where Simon and Eugene were, which relieved her.

However, they were still in the same room, and she felt uneasy. Melanie sat for a while before going to the restroom.

She was walking slowly and finally reached the door, yet the door was suddenly opened from the outside. Xander was holding his phone and standing outside.

He looked at Melanie. “What's wrong?

Before Melanie could answer, an acquaintance of Xander greeted him, “There you are, Xander. Yvonne said you were coming, and | didn’t believe her.”

Melanie looked at the ground and moved to the side. “I’m going to the restroom. You should go in first.”

Xander’s forehead creased, and he seemed to have thought of something. He wanted to join them earlier, but a client called, and he had to answer it. They wanted to add a new requirement. That was also why he was downstairs for some time.

When Melanie was washing her hands, she lifted her head and looked at herself in the mirror expressionlessly. Her makeup was exquisite, but it could not hide the tiredness in her eyes.

She pursed her lips with her head lowered and texted Xander, saying she wanted to return to

rest.

Just as she turned into the corridor, she saw Eugene talking on the phone.

He looked stern and seemed to be dealing with business.

Melanie froze, wondering if she should wait for him to end his call before walking there. However, Eugene seemed to sense her presence and looked over.

If she turned around, it would seem pretentious. She was flustered but still walked toward Eugene. When she was a few steps from him, she heard him talk into the phone in a cold and deep. voice, “Alright, I’ll consider it.”

After he hung up the call, he glanced at Melanie lazily and looked away in just a second.

Looking at his phone, he asked coldly, “Have you been to parties like this before?”

Only a few people were in the corridor, and they were far away from them. Melanie knew Eugene was asking her.

He was probably referring to the male waiters pouring her wine just now.

She tried to remain calm as she answered, “No.”

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“First time?” Eugene intentionally dragged his voice and looked at Melanie as if he was trying to see through her. Meanie felt Eugene was humiliating her by asking her this.

She closed her eyes and answered stiffly, “I don’t think | have to report to you about my personal life.”

Eugene snorted coldly and stuffed his phone into his pocket. He stared into Melanie’s eyes, seemingly burning in rage.