The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Melanie looked back at Eugene, who had a cold expression on his face. Eugene took off his wet shirt and threw it on the ground. Then he looked at Melanie and raised his eyebrows. It was clear to Melanie what he wanted.

Melanie pursed her lips, turned around, and whispered to Stephen, “Yeah. I’m on a business trip.”

After she finished speaking, she hung up and did not mention anything about Eugene.

Eugene looked at her and asked, “Stephen?”

“Yeah.”

“Since when did you two become so close?”

Melanie went to the cabinet and took out a bath towel. She said absent-mindedly, “We've always been close.” Eugene looked away and said nothing.

Melanie’s business suite had a large bed and a small sofa outside the bedroom.

Melanie thought that Eugene would sleep on the sofa after taking a shower. She did not expect that he would come into the bedroom topless.

His hair was wet, and there were still some water droplets on his collarbone. The water slid down his skin and finally disappeared under his Adonis belt.

Eugene sat by the bed, threw a towel at Melanie, and ordered, “Dry my hair.” Melanie was going through a document when she heard this. Soon after, she took the towel and knelt next to Eugene.

She had wiped Eugene’s hair dry many times before. Back then, she was worried that Eugene would have a headache if he slept with wet hair, so she took the initiative to dry his hair for him. At first, Eugene refused, but after some time, he conceded.

However, that was a long time ago.

Melanie could not remember when Eugene stopped letting her dry his hair. After sex at her place, Eugene would always leave with his hair wet.

Melanie took a towel and dried his hair carefully. At that moment, Eugene’s phone beeped. Melanie was nearby and saw that it was a message from Viola.

Eugene also saw it. He picked up his phone and stood up without realizing that Melanie was still kneeling next to him. The moment he

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Eugene walked to the balcony and stopped, turning back to Melanie with a frown. “You should go out first.”

Melanie saw that he was about to call Viola.

She put away her things, took the documents, and went to the living room, closing the door

behind her.

Eugene talked for a long time on the phone, and Melanie could vaguely hear his deep voice outside the balcony. He sounded happy and gentle.

After Melanie finished reviewing the document, Eugene still did not open the door. Thus, Melanie had no choice but to knock on the door.

The door opened quickly, and Eugene looked down at her. “What do you want?”

Melanie calmly pointed to the bed behind him and said, “That's my bed.”

Eugene looked in the direction of the big bed and lowered his eyes. He stepped aside and said with a smile, “Come in.” Melanie did not know what Eugene meant by that. It was her room.

She went into the bedroom, lifted the quilt, and climbed into bed.

The next second, she felt the bed sinking next to her, where Eugene lay down.

Melanie did not move much in her sleep. Eugene was lying on his side. He stretched out his hand and stopped right above Melanie’s eyes.

Melanie’s eyelashes were long and dense. Her eyes were shut, but she could feel Eugene’s movements. She pursed her lips and breathed lightly out of habit.

The only time she and Eugene slept in the same bed was when they had sex.