The Unfaithful Mr. Scott novel (Eugene and Melanie)

Chapter 221

Viola’s face turned pale instantly at the way Melanie looked at her. Quite a few rumors were circulating within LeapCo about her, but no employees had dared talk about them in front of

her.

However, Julie and Melanie seemed to have no reservations as they spoke openly about the topic. For a moment, the expressions on Viola’s face were quite vivid. Melanie watched her changing expressions and slowly withdrew her gaze.

When the elevator reached the first floor, her eyelashes flickered. She stepped out of the elevator.

She did not expect to run into Eugene just outside the company entrance. He looked to have just returned from Blue Inc. His expression was cold, and his jaw tightly clenched. When he glanced at Melanie, his dark eyes narrowed slightly. He was not in a good mood.

Not thinking herself to be the one who stoked his ire, Melanie was about to move away when she heard footsteps approaching. It was followed by Viola’s slightly plaintive voice. “Eugene.” Now outside the company, Viola ran over to him and even bumped into Melanie’s shoulder as if intentionally. Melanie was wearing high heels today. Although they were not very high, she still staggered due to the unexpected collision.

Viola went straight for Eugene and looked up at him. Her nose was red, and she whined in at slightly aggrieved voice, “Eugene.”

Viola was feeling wronged. Eugene had initially beent looking at Melanie but

witness Viola’s act any longer, Melanie turned around and walked away without saying a word. Having been keeping her eyes on Melanie like

her lip and said slowly, Eugene, I don’t want to be part of the CEO’s office anymore. Melanie is right. I don’t know anything, and I don’t have

with every word as she clutched Eugene’s

on the hand that was clutching his

“Who gave her the right

which were hidden

Her grandfather had called earlier, reminding her

was discharged from the hospital the last time. The doctors had repeatedly warned

Chapter 221

Melanie arrived at the nursing home, her grandfather was in the room flipping through a photo album. She placed the fruits she brought

lifted his head and waved toward her “Melanie, come and take a

the photos of the young woman in the album and smiled, “Yes,

at the

hand. “Melanie, accompany me pression on his Lace when he