The Unfaithful Mr. Scott novel (Eugene and Melanie)

Chapter 117

Indeed, they were playing with substantial stakes. When Melanie lost a four–figure sum in this particular round, Eugene did not even blink an eye when he handed over the money.

Melanie’s luck did not improve for the rest of the evening, and she continued to lose in subsequent rounds.

After ending another round, Simon threw his cards on the table and said to Eugene, “Are you losing on purpose?”

Melanie had been losing consistently, and her mood was terrible by now. “I already said I didn’t want to play.”

Kellen, who was enjoying the spectacle at this moment, was the biggest winner of the night. He seemed to be having a great time. He said to Simon, “Mr. Scott here is the one paying for her losses. Why are you getting worked up?”

While their dynamics were evident in the way they spoke to one another, Melanie could not shake the feeling that something was off. There seemed to be something going on.

She hesitated for a moment, thinking of getting up. However, Eugene, who was seated next to her, casually said, “Deal the cards.”

The card machine set up the next round. Kellen asked, “Will you be joining the game yourself?”

not very good at

gaze and picked up the cards silently. The scent emanating

scents that surrounded her, Melanie was able to swiftly identify Eugene’s distinctly cool and clear aura. She got a bit lost in thought until Eugene reached over and grabbed the

her back to

because of

Otherwise, he was as nonchalant as usual. However, his next words carried

did not get

the game or if it was a coincidence, but ever since he arrived, Melanie had not lost a single round. Although

the other hand, Simon ended up being the biggest loser as he lost to all three

away before suggesting they disband. Eugene and Melanie had driven over. Simon planned to return to the hotel with

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the other hand, Eugene was sober, so he took the wheel. Still a little groggy from the alcohol, Melanie hesitated before opening the back door. She immediately heard Simon’s discontented

then went to sit in the front

in the cool breeze that made Melanie’s temples ache. Frowning, she leaned back in her seat. Halfway through the journey, a light rain started,

said, expressing his disgust as soon as the windows were