The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Evelyn sat close to Eugene, and he could smell her perfume waft to his nose. She nudged Eugene lightly with her knee while whispering, “I won’t be worse than your secretary.”

Eugene's dark eyes fixed on her, the playfulness in them fading to their original calm and indifference. “I’m here to do business with Ms. Turner, not to sleep with her daughter,” he said lightly.

Evelyn stiffened for a moment before grabbing the hem of his clothes. “My mom won't blame you, and besides, she really likes you.

Eugene remained composed. He stood up, picked up the stomach medicine that Melanie had placed on the table, and casually replied, “This isn’t appropriate.” After a pause, he added, Besides, | have someone now.”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Evelyn looked at him with some embarrassment on her face. However, her gaze quickly fell back on the medicine bottle in Eugene’s hand. She asked, “Is it that secretary?”

“It's none of your concern,” he said.

Melanie went to bed after taking a shower. The temperature in Prime City was moderate, and shopping during the day had tired her out, so she slept well.

Then came midnight, and her phone that she had placed on the bedside table rang, waking her up. Melanie frowned and answered the phone. Eugene’s voice came through, deep and low in the quiet night, “Come up.”

Holding onto the phone, Melanie asked hoarsely as her throat was dry from sleep, “What’s the matter?”

Evelyn was likely still upstairs, yet Eugene was calling her to go up. Before she could get a response from him, however, the call ended. Melanie had no choice but to get up, put on a coat, and go upstairs.

When she arrived upstairs, the room door was open. Melanie hesitated for a moment but then pushed the door open. There was no one inside. She furrowed her brows and was just about to turn around when she saw the balcony door open. Eugene came in in his pajamas.

With his tall stature and long legs, the pajamas hung on his frame loosely by the belt that was casually tied around his waist. He was on the phone, and when he saw Melanie, he glanced at her before lowering his voice to say goodnight to the person on the other end of the line.

Melanie stood there like a wooden figure, not knowing why Eugene had called her up.

After a while, Eugene finally ended the call. Melanie listened as he said goodnight several times. She was not sure if he was consoling Viola or Evelyn.

“What time is it now?” Eugene asked Melanie without even looking up after he finished the call. He opened his WhatsApp. Melanie glanced at him, checked her phone, and replied, “1:40 am.”

“Hmm,” Eugene grunted. “I’m hungry.”

Melanie frowned. “Do you want me to order some food from the front desk?”

“My stomach isn’t feeling too good. | want soup,” Eugene said, finally putting away his phone. He looked at Melanie. “There should be some downstairs.”

“It's 1:30 in the morning now,” Melanie said slowly. “Eugene, can’t you eat something else?”

It was in the middle of the night, and it was unlikely that there would be anyone selling soup downstairs now. Moreover, the winds were strong in Prime City at night, and Melanie’s clothes were not enough to withstand the cold. She did not want to go downstairs.

However, Eugene just looked up at her, cold and indifferent. Expression blank, he said to Melanie again, “I’m not here to discuss it with you.”

Melanie looked at him and then turned around, walking away.

The winds in Prime City were strong. Melanie's clothes were thin, and as soon as she stepped

. out of the hotel doors, her hands stiffened from the cold.

Fortunately, there was an open-air stall nearby. Melanie ordered a hot bowl of mushroom soup to take away and hurried back. However, when she returned, the room door was closed. Melanie’s heart sank as she knocked on the door.

No one answered despite her knocking several times. Just as she was about to leave, the door finally opened.

Eugene did not even glance at her before making his way back inside. Melanie followed him into the room and saw a laptop on the coffee table. Eugene was working.