The Unfaithful Mr. Scott novel (Eugene and Melanie)

Chapter 354
Melanie did not take the glass of wine handed over to her. She said, “Happy birthday, but we don’t need to drink. I can’t drink.”
Viola did not put down the glass of wine. She knew everyone was looking. If she could not make Melanie drink, it would be embarrassing, and she might even become a laughingstock.
“Melanie, this is my token of appreciation because you’ve helped me greatly. I should have a drink with you.”
She clenched her teeth and added, “Without you, I wouldn’t have gotten what I have now.”
Only the two of them could hear her last sentence as she had lowered her voice.
It was a provocation.
Viola held the glass of wine, and she invited Melanie politely.
Melanie pondered as she looked at Viola. She knew she could not avoid drinking.
Moreover, more attention was on them now, and Melanie wanted to end this quickly.

Coldly, she lifted her hand to take the wine glass Viola was holding.
However, right as her fingers touched the glass, Viola’s hand shuddered before she let go.
The glass of wine spilled. Moreover, Viola had withdrawn her hand quickly, causing the glass to slant toward Melanie. The contents were spilled on her.
Summer clothes were usually thin, and Melanie was just wearing a shirt. The red wine dyed her shirt, making her look pathetic.
Viola panicked and said, “Melanie, are you alright? I let go because you were already holding the wine glass.”
The shirt drenched in wine felt sticky on Melanie. With a cold expression, Melanie looked at Viola. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
Viola was startled but still explained pretentiously, “You’ve misunderstood. I didn’t do this on purpose. I thought you had already taken the glass.”
The people around them started gossiping. Yvonne happened to be back and saw Melanie’s shirt. With a frown, she asked, “How did this happen?”
Viola lowered her head and said in grief, “I’m sorry, Melanie. I didn’t do it on purpose. Please
don’t be mad.”
Yvonne lifted her eyebrow as she knew what was going on. Sneering, she took Melanie to the lounge to clean the stain.
Melanie’s shirt was drenched when they walked past the hall, and her undergarments were visible. Yvonne said, “I walked through here just now, and the lounge was empty.
“Wait for me in the lounge and I’ll get you some clean clothes to change into.”
Melanie could only agree.
She pushed open the lounge door casually and noticed it was spacious.
It was quiet inside. Melanie checked around to ensure it was empty before taking out a wet tissue to wipe her shirt.
However, the wine had spilled on her shirt, so it was still uncomfortable even after she wiped