The Unfaithful Mr. Scott novel (Eugene and Melanie)

Chapter 887

This hotel was probably more suited to be called a homestay. It was an old house made. out of wood, and guests would need to climb up and down the stairs themselves.

Melanie was carried up the stairs by Eugene. His chest was warm, and his solid forearms supported Melanie’s waist steadily. Melanie was wrapped around him entirely and could feel his strong heartbeat.

Eugene’s cedar scent was mixed with the dampness of the rainwater, and it was much lighter than before.

Eugene carried her into the room and put her down to sit by the side of the bed. He

kneeled on one knee in front of Melanie after that. He gently helped her remove her left shoes and socks. He frowned as he looked at her swollen ankle.

His cool palm touched her skin, and Melanie instinctively pulled back her foot. However, Eugene grabbed it before she could. “Don’t move. Your ankle needs medication.”

Melanie was silent for a while before slowly frowning. She said, “This isn’t like you, Eugene.”

He had never treated her so tenderly before, but he was acting like he was a caring and attentive person.

was not like him

paused but maintained kneeling on one knee. He said huskily,

think much of you

deep inside Melanie. It would not lessen the pain she had suffered

was to live the

to live a happy life without Eugene or his influences.

to say something when Shani walked in with Meredith in her arms. She was taken aback to see Eugene kneeling on the floor and asked,

with emotional waves that he tried hard to suppress after.

Chapter 887

some medication.”

happened? Did something happen there that you don’t want anyone to know? Why do I have the feeling that

that there was something different about them since Eugene carried Melanie out of the forest. Even though Melanie was still indifferent about things,

wanted to ask about this on the way back to the hotel. She found out from Anna that Melanie

them considering the boss had such a

throughout the journey back, and Shani did not dare ask