The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Melanie said, “Your appearance here will only disturb them.”

Eugene’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he gazed at Melanie. “Albert used to be nice to me.”

“Yes, he liked you a lot.” Melanie did not deny this. Ever since she first brought Eugene to meet her grandfather, he greatly liked Eugene. Even for a long time later, whenever her grandfather occasionally heard news related to Eugene, he would sigh.

Eugene heard her words. His eyes brightened, but before he could speak, he heard Melanie say, you said that was before.”

“But

Melanie looked at the pile of things in front of the tombstone, knowing without thinking that Eugene brought them all. She said, “I don’t want to argue with you here. Take your things and leave. Don’t disturb their peace.”

“I just want to visit them.”

“Eugene, haven’t you realized it yet?” Melanie took a deep breath, turning to face Eugene. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

She hushed her tone as if afraid she might disturb her grandfather, yet every word was clear. “I said I don’t want you to appear in front of them. Besides, this is my grandfather. He has nothing to do with you.”

She stood in front of Eugene. Her resistance toward him was written all over her.

Eugene froze. He would rather see anger, disgust, or hatred in Melanie’s eyes than see her looking at him as if he did not exist. Her gaze was terrifyingly calm.

He also did not want to hear Melanie speaking to him in this peaceful yet distant tone.

Many people used to say that he and Melanie were similar, and Eugene used to think that was natural. After all, Melanie was someone he had taught. Naturally, she would be like him.

However, seeing Melanie’s indifference so similar to his, Eugene felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Eugene did not want to pack up those things, so Melanie dealt with theim. She stuffed all the expensive offerings brought by Eugene into a basket, placed it back at his feet, and then arranged her offerings.

She did not look at Eugene. She squatted down with the flowers as she silently recited the words she wanted to say to her grandfather.

She said some things about herself and some about Meredith.

Melanie said, “She’s still too young to come and see you. When she’s older, she’ll come.”

She packed up and left after paying respects to her grandparents, with Eugene following her.

Melanie did not want to argue with him here, so she did not care that he was lingering around. She

just pretended not to see him.

Yvonne was waiting at the entrance. She was startled to see Eugene. “Why is he here?”

Melanie didn’t want to say much. “Let’s go.”

“Oh.” Yvonne could not help but glance at Eugene again, still puzzled. However, she did not say anything more.

Few people came to the cemetery on weekdays. There were only a few people at the gate. After Yvonne drove the car out, she glanced in the rear–view mirror and saw Eugene still standing there.

Dressed in all black, he looked solemn, but Yvonne could not ignore the lonely air around him when

she looked at him.

She blinked, shaking off the strange thought in her mind. She glanced sideways at Melanie.

Seemingly in a bad mood, Melanie kept silent.

Yvonne instinctively looked for a topic to talk about. “The weather is nice today. I guess it’s because the heavens took pity on you on your birthday, so they changed the cloudy weather for the past two

days.

“After we finish eating, we can go to the amusement park. There should be few people there on a weekday.”

When they returned to the villa, Yvonne saw the carefully arranged decorations inside the villa and was even happier than Melanie.

Melanie was also pleasantly surprised. Although she had guessed what they might have prepared, seeing the whole villa decorated as a birthday party venue, she could not help but smile.

“Surprise!” Reny, Oliver, and the others suddenly ran down from upstairs, holding cakes and gifts in

their hands.

Reny asked with a smile, “Did you miss me? Xander said it’s your birthday, so he gave us a day off and let us fly back.”

Saying she was not surprised would be a lie. Due to Melanie’s reserved personality, she did not have

friends. Those people from Burning Star Studio were her friends:

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