The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Melanie looked numb, and her eyes were sunken. She looked at Eugene and saw the cold look

in his eyes.

Startled, she nodded silently before replying in a hoarse voice, “Alright.”

It was a hot summer, and the breeze at night was warm, but Melanie felt cold.

This was because she suddenly realized that she did not even have the right to back out of this place in fear.

Who would be willing to allow themselves to be humiliated and volunteer themselves to be insulted this way?

However, what could she do?

Her grandfather was her only family left, and he was the only reason she was still able to hold 1. up.

Melanie walked under the streetlights and suddenly looked up at the dark sky.

She must have done plenty of bad deeds in her past life to be suffering so much right now.

Melanie had always thought that there would always be a rainbow after the rain.

Yet, why could she not see any hope out of this?

There were no bakeries near the pub, and Melanie had to drive into town before she found one.

When she returned to the cake, Eugene was already waiting at the pub’s entrance.

His shirt was tidy, and there was still a cold look in his eyes when he turned to look at Melanie.

She pressed her lips and passed the cake to him. “Here's your cake.”

Eugene did not take it from her.

He looked at it with disinterest. “Come over and drive.” After that, he headed for his car.

Melanie stayed silent. She knew he was headed for the North district.

To her surprise, Eugene said in a low voice, “We’re going back to the condo.”

Melanie looked at her cake. “Aren’t we going to the North district?”

What she really wanted to ask was if he wanted to bring the cake over to Viola.

“She's asleep.”

Melanie could not tell what Eugene’s mood was like and decided not to say anything. She did not really want to go to the North district and see Viola either.

It had only been a few days since Melanie moved out of Prestige Residences. Coming back suddenly felt like a century had passed.

She parked the car in the garage and said to Eugene, “We're here.”

Eugene grunted, but Melanie did not get out of the car. She looked silently at Eugene. He raised an eyebrow. “What else do you want?”

Melanie’s heart sank. She looked into Eugene’s calm and emotionless eyes and asked with difficulty, “Are you happy with today?”

She felt bitter when she said this.

This whole thing felt like a joke. She had been humiliated throughout the day, and she still had to ask if Eugene was happy. Melanie felt cheap.

However, Eugene said nothing.

Melanie turned pale at his reaction.

She forced herself to sit up straight and puffed up her chest stubbornly, but her voice was so weak and soft that anyone could tell how miserable and in despair she was.

Melanie said, “You promised me that you’d help me if | could satisfy you.” Eugene didAll text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

say that he would help her if she could make him happy.

Melanie felt short of breath as she stared at Eugene.

She still could not see any emotions on his face. His expression was cold, and his buttoned—up shirt made him look even more distant and somehow, sexy.

He glanced at Melanie with disinterest and snorted. “Do you think I’m happy?”