The Unfaithful Mr. Scott novel (Eugene and Melanie)

Chapter 357

Viola asked probingly, “Were my ears playing tricks on me, Melanie?”

Melanie turned to look at Viola, an impatient look on her face as she said, “You don’t have to concern yourself with my matters.”

“I was just worried you were in trouble. After all, I hope that everyone can enjoy themselves at my birthday party.”

“Ms. Shaw,” Yvonne called out with a smile on her face. “You don’t have to keep reminding us it’s your birthday today. We’re more than capable of remembering that since you’re the main character for the day. We get it already.”

Viola had been acting like she owned the place, even emphasizing to Melanie multiple times she was in charge. To Yvonne, it seemed she was trying to shift the attention to something else so that she could cover her tracks.

Viola froze, but Melanie suddenly realized that Viola was trying to subtly find out if the man with her had been Eugene.

The light in her eyes dimmed slightly, and she was just about to begin speaking when she felt someone approaching her from the back.

Immediately, tears appeared in Viola’s eyes as she glanced over Melanie’s head. She asked in a soft and sweet voice, “What are you doing here, Eugene? Didn’t you say you had something else to take care of?”

Melanie pursed her lips tightly as Eugene’s deep voice rang out above her. “Everything’s been taken care of.”

a result of their intimacy in the room just now, but Melanie could feel her nostrils filling with the faint

a cool, gloomy scent that wrapped its arms around

could still feel an inexplicable constricting feeling

over her.

back. She grabbed Yvonne’s hand so that they could leave. However, Viola got in

but to say quietly,

always been of a lower timbre, and she sounded even more stern now because she had

heart skipped a beat when she met her stern

grabbed Yvonne’s hand and walked away. When she turned to look at Eugene, she

thinking about, Eugene?”

up and said flatly,

complaining to Melanie about Viola’s actions the minute they got

as they left the brightly lit venue, she could feel herself calming down again. She asked Yvonne,

take

to go home and provide a run–down on

half–hour ride away. Melanie received an unexpected phone call while

Litman Manor. “Is this Ms. Melanie Smith’s number? You left purse at the manor. May I