The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Melanie stood at the door, her bright eyes seemingly seeing through everything. She calmly accepted Eugene’s probing gaze as he stared straight at her. He looked to be trying to extract evidence from her eyes to refute her words.

Melanie did not give him the chance, however. She averted her gaze to the green plant behind Eugene and gently reminded him, “Be cautious about what | just told you regarding Mr. Fuller. After all, he wouldn’t be targeting me.”

The man had repeatedly emphasized his care for Burning Star Studio and Xander, and he had provided substantial help to them. Moreover, Xander had referred to him as his mentor. It was why Melanie immediately ruled out the idea of Fuller targeting her.

However, she still could not figure out why he would do such a thing-especially since the lab belonged to him. However, it seemed that these were no longer her concerns.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

She looked up at Eugene, who had not moved an inch. She said coldly, “That's all | have to say. You can leave now.’

She turned to enter the room and closed the door, but she felt resistance as Eugene’s hand pressed against the door frame. His hand was clearly defined, with prominent knuckles and bulging veins on the back, indicating the strength he was exerting.

“Let go,” Melanie demanded.

Eugene looked at her, his brows furrowed. He looked to be holding his breath. His dark somewhat unusual.

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“Melanie.” He called her name slowly and softly, each syllable enunciated as if carefully crafted between his lips and teeth.

“Melanie.” A crisp voice rang out from the end of the corridor, directly overpowering Eugene’s low voice.

They both looked up simultaneously in the direction of the voice..

Hugh walked over with his suitcase, still wearing his poker face. His gaze settled on the hand that Eugene was using to support the door frame. He pondered for a moment before saying, “I just booked a restaurant. Let’s go out for dinner.”

He paused for a moment and then added, “Like a romantic dinner for couples.” Melanie looked at his serious expression and was first startled. She then quickly realized what he meant. She nodded. “Okay.”

Hugh then took out a piece of candy from his pocket and held it out to Melanie. “I got this at the front desk when | was checking in. You have low blood sugar, so you can have this for now.”

Melanie was silent. She had not told Hugh about her low blood sugar. Still, she accepted the candy

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before looking at Eugene, who was still there. Expression unchanged, she said, “I have something to do tonight. | won’t be having the dinner Mr. Henry ordered.”

Hugh glanced at Eugene and then turned to Melanie with a pensive expression. “Did | disturb your work? Is he your colleague?” Hugh was not part of Eugene’s circle, so he genuinely looked puzzled as he asked.

Melanie closed her eyes for a bit before opening them again. “He’s a partner from the studio. You’re not disturbing at all. Work hours are over.”

With that, she turned back to her room to grab her bag before coming out again. Her message to Eugene was clear-it was time for him to leave. “We’re going out for dinner. It doesn’t seem appropriate for you to remain loitering outside my door, Mr. Scott.”

Eugene watched Melanie expressionlessly. His cold, pale skin seemed to glow faintly at that moment. His lips were pressed together tightly, and only his sharp eyes betrayed some indiscernible emotion.

However, Melanie paid no attention to his demeanor. She simply locked the door behind her and proceeded downstairs with Hugh. Meanwhile, Eugene stood there. Watching their retreating figures, his face grew ominously dark.

In the elevator, Melanie turned to Hugh. “Where's the restaurant you said you booked?”

“| didn't, | just said it,” Hugh replied with his hands in his pockets. “When | saw your message, you were already with him. | didn’t have time to book a restaurant.”