The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

“Melanie? Innocent?” Simon snorted and said with disdain, “She’s next door right now with that old geezer, Frank Yates. Don’t you know what that man is like?”

In Jepton, Frank was well-known in the business world for being notoriously difficult to deal with. He was cunning and stubborn. Melanie had already drunk no less than five glasses of wine, but he still refused to talk about business.

Instead, he poured her another glass of wine and said with a lewd smile, “Ms. Smith, I’ve heard about you for a long time. You're so beautiful. Mr. Scott sure is lucky.”

Melanie did not have a high alcohol tolerance. In the past, she would bring an assistant when she went out for social engagements, but this time, she could not find anyone suitable to bring along.

She wanted to stop him from filling up her wine glass, but Frank seized the opportunity and held her palm. He squeezed her hand and said, “Ms. Smith, you have such smooth skin.”

Even though Melanie was dizzy, she immediately withdrew her hand and stood up. She endured the discomfort in her heart and said, “I’m sorry. | need to use the bathroom.”

Melanie felt dizzy after a few drinks. She leaned on the sink to calm down and suppress the

nausea.

The hotel corridor was long, and Melanie walked very slowly out of the bathroom.

She felt sick when she thought of Frank’s lecherous gaze sizing her up.

Suddenly, a private room door on the side opened, and Melanie bumped into the person coming out. Simon did not expect to bump into Melanie. He smelled the alcohol on her body and subconsciously took two steps back. Melanie raised her head and glanced at him, then her eyes fell on Eugene.

She said, “Sorry.”

Simon went out to answer the phone, so he walked past her and said impatiently, “Don’t block my way.” Melanie was the only one left at the door. Somehow, she was frozen on the spot.

Someone suddenly shouted, “Melanie.”

Melanie raised her head and heard someone else say, “Close the door.”

Melanie came to her senses and silently closed the door. Then she walked back to her private dining room.

After she left, the man who spoke earlier blamed himself and muttered, “Why do | feel like I’ve gone overboard? She looks like she’s about to cry.”

His friend next to him smiled and said, “Don’t think about her. Drink up! It's

your

turn!”

When Melanie returned to the dining room, Frank’s two secretaries had already left. Frank was

the only one there.

He saw Melanie and gestured to her to fill up his wine glass. “Ms. Smith, you promised not to leave until we got drunk tonight.”

Melanie knew that Frank was no longer thinking about the contract. She glanced at the wine glass and raised her hand to push it away. “Mr. Yates, I’m a little drunk, so | don’t think now is a good time to discuss business. Let’s meet another day.”

After she finished speaking, she wanted to leave. However, Frank did not agree. He grabbed Melanie’s wrist and said, “We can only discuss business after getting drunk.”

Melanie felt nauseous and wanted to get away from him.

While she was struggling, the private room door was pushed open. A cold male voice sounded. “Melanie, how long do you want me to wait for you?”

Melanie turned around to see Eugene standing there calmly. His eyes glanced at her from time to time.

Eugene was not in a hurry to drive. He lowered the car windows and looked at the neon lights outside. He asked in a mocking tone, “Since when did you start doing this to close a deal?”

Melanie rubbed her forehead and said nothing. She had a severe headache. Eugene snorted coldly, put one hand on the steering wheel, and stepped on the accelerator.

The cold wind outside made Melanie shiver. She wanted to close the car window, but Eugene said, “Don’t close it. You reek of alcohol.”

Melanie had always been good at understanding Eugene’s emotions. Even if she was drunk at the moment, she could still tell that he was angry.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

The reason he was angry was probably because she smelled of alcohol. Thus, she leaned a little closer to the window.