The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Everything was slowly moving in a good direction. With Christmas approaching, the entire Burning Star Studio halted all projects and began preparing for the holiday.

Yvonne still came over whenever she was free. Reny secretly told Melanie that the Lowry family was forcing Yvonne to marry Carlisle. Yvonne has already argued with her family several times about this.

Melanie asked Reny, “Are you not going home for Christmas?”

“I am, but I’m only leaving on the 24th,” Reny replied. “Didn’t Xander tell you? We usually spend Christmas at the studio on the 23rd and then we go back home on the 24th. We’ll return after the holiday.”

On the 20th, Melanie returned to the northern part of the city alone.

Back then, she would bring her grandfather back home to celebrate Christmas.

She went to nearby shops alone to buy Christmas decorations and then returned home to decorate her

house.

Even after cleaning up, the house still felt desolate.

Melanie sat in the living room with the TV volume turned up high. She held a newly purchased cushion and watched sitcoms that had been airing for several years on TV. The drowsiness struck her.

On the 22nd, Dylan was sent back to Hearth City alone. It was said that she had specifically requested it. Considering Peachie’s situation, permission was granted to send her back. The subsequent

sion was uncertain.

Stephen told Melanie that Dylan had not agreed to divorce George.

However, Melanie did not care much about those things. She was preparing things she wanted to bring along when visiting her grandfather.

On the 23rd, the weather was looking good.

Melanie went to the cemetery early in the morning, bringing the snacks and fruits her grandfather liked. She did nothing but sit in front of the tombstone from morning until afternoon.

She had much to say to her grandfather but didn’t know how to start.

When it was time to go home, she suddenly received an email on her phone.

Opening it, she found it was a greeting card–the ordinary kind that LeapCo sent to employees every

year.

Melanie glanced at it without paying much attention. She figured the emails had been sent in bulk, and her email address had not been removed.

She took a taxi back to the northern area of the city. Snowflakes fluttered down on her way back, and the old town looked festive during Christmas. As she looked outside, her mind calmed down.

Everything was fine until she reached the entrance of her residential area and saw a familiar black Maybach.

The moment she got out of the taxi, the Maybach’s door opened, and Eugene got out. The black windbreaker he wore had its corner lifted by the wind.

Melanie walked on without stopping and headed inside. Eugene followed.

Finally, she stopped, turned around, and looked at him. “What are you doing here?”

“You come back here every Christmas,” Eugene’s voice was deep.

Melanie paused. She had repeatedly mentioned that she wanted to bring Eugene here to spend Christmas with her grandfather, but Eugene had never come.

He had always been busy.

She restrained her emotions. Expressionlessly, she asked him, “What did you come looking for me?”

The falling snowflakes dampened Eugene’s shoulder. He looked at the few snowflakes melting on Melanie’s hair and paused before saying, “Let’s talk in the car.”

Melanie lifted her eyelids. She had just returned from visiting her grandfather in the cemetery and was still feeling low. Upon hearing Eugene’s words, she only gave him a simple reply, “Forget it, then.”

She turned to leave, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed. She felt the warmth of Eugene’s palm around her wrist.

Eugene muttered, “Melanie.”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.