The Unfaithful Mr. Scott novel (Eugene and Melanie)

Chapter 78

Evelyn sat close to Eugene, and he could smell her perfume waft to his nose. She nudged Eugene lightly with her knee while whispering, “I won’t be worse than your secretary.”

Eugene’s dark eyes fixed on her, the playfulness in them fading to their original calm and indifference. “I’m here to do business with Ms. Turner, not to sleep with her daughter,” he said lightly.

Evelyn stiffened for a moment before grabbing the hem of his clothes. “My mom won’t blame you, and besides, she really likes you.”

Eugene remained composed. He stood up, picked up the stomach medicine that Melanie had placed on the table, and casually replied, “This isn’t appropriate.” After a pause, he added, Besides, I have someone now.”

Evelyn looked at him with some embarrassment on her face. However, her gaze quickly fell back on the medicine bottle in Eugene’s hand. She asked, “Is it that secretary?”

“It’s none of your concern,” he said.

Melanie went to bed after taking a shower. The temperature in Prime City was moderate, and shopping during the day had tired her out, so she slept well.

Then came midnight, and her phone that she had placed on the bedside table rang, waking her up. Melanie frowned and answered the phone. Eugene’s voice came through, deep and low in the quiet night, “Come up.”

Holding onto the phone, Melanie asked hoarsely as her throat was dry from sleep, “What’s the matter?”

her to go up. Before she could get a response from him, however, the

for a moment but then pushed the door open. There was no one inside. She

was on the phone, and when he saw Melanie, he glanced at her before lowering his voice to say goodnight to the person on the other end

wooden figure, not knowing why Eugene

Melanie listened as he said goodnight several times. She was

Eugene asked Melanie without even looking up after he

checked her phone, and replied, “1:40

grunted.

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frowned. “Do you want me to order

soup,” Eugene said, finally putting away his phone. He looked at Melanie. “There should be

the morning now,” Melanie said slowly.

of the night, and it was unlikely that there would be anyone selling soup downstairs now. Moreover, the winds were strong in Prime City at night, and Melanie’s clothes were not

indifferent. Expression blank, he said to Melanie again,

at him and then turned