The Unfaithful Mr. Scott (Melanie and Eugene) novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203 

Yvonne looked at Melanie curiously without a tint of hostility. She generously invited Melanie again, “Let’s go and grab a drink as friends?” 

Melanie answered expressionlessly, “You’ve misunderstood. Xander and I are not in that kind of relationship.” 

“That’s not important. Let’s get to know each other since we’ve met. It’s the weekend. Take it as a break from your busy life.” Yvonne was outgoing and did not care about Melanie’s explanation. She just took it as an excuse Melanie was using to reject them. 

Yvonne had invited her repeatedly, and it would be inappropriate for Melanie to reject her again. Moreover, Yvonne was Xander’s friend, and according to Xander’s attitude, she guessed Yvonne might be his close friend. 

She nodded. 

Xander whispered, “You don’t have to agree if you don’t feel like going.” 

“What are you talking about? Having a drink with us won’t kill her. Have you forgotten we went to school together when we were kids?” Yvonne had a sharp hearing and quipped. 

Melanie said, “It’s alright. It’s the weekend, after all.” 

There was no bar nearby, so Yvonne suggested going to GT. 

Melanie said when they were in the parking lot, “I can drive there myself.” 

She did not want to be in the same car as Eugene. 

However, Yvonne turned around and asked innocently as she approached Melanie, “Do you want to drive? Alright then.” 

She did not forget about Eugene. “Mr. Scott, Xander’s friend drove here. Let’s go there in her car. You can drink if you don’t need to drive.” 

Melanie was startled. She did not mean that when she said she wanted to drive there. 

However, Yvonne had opened the back seat door and entered the car. She had chosen to wear a pair of high heels to make her legs look good. Her legs were hurting badly now. 

Melanie frowned and stood there. Someone suddenly approached her. 

Eugene stood beside her and looked at her from above. Melanie pursed her lips, walked to the driver’s seat, and opened the car door. 

The door at the front passenger’s seat was opened, and the minty scent of the man assailed her. Melanie looked beside her and noticed Eugene had sat casually in the front passenger’s 

seat. 

Melanie’s hand froze. She heard Eugene scoff. “What’s wrong? Have you forgotten how to drive?” 

“Why are you sitting in the front?” Yvonne’s doubtful voice sounded before Melanie could ask him. 

She looked at Eugene strangely. 

Eugene calmly answered, “Didn’t you say you haven’t seen your friend for a long time? I thought you guys wanted to talk.” 

Yvonne felt something was off subconsciously and frowned as she muttered, “We don’t have to talk now.”