The Unfaithful Mr. Scott (Melanie and Eugene) novel Chapter 330

hapter 330 

Stephen knew Melanie well and did not intervene. Instead, he shared quite a bit about Niere City. The three of them enjoyed their meal over the conversation. 

When they were almost done with their meal, Melanie got up to use the restroom. The restaurant was decorated in a style that featured significant greenery and wooden designs. 

With her bag in her hand, Melanie turned a corner. She avoided the hanging pots of green vines, only to unexpectedly collide with someone. 

Simon had stepped out to take a call, and his expression was visibly upset as he listened to his father scolding him over the phone. Irritated, he dismissed the call and turned around, only to see Melanie standing calmly not far away. 

The corridor was narrow, with various plants on both sides. It left little space to pass through. 

Melanie calmly said, “You’re blocking the way.” 

A hint of hostility flashed in Simon’s eyes as he looked at Melanie with displeasure. “Why are you everywhere?” 

“Is this place yours?” 

“Heh.” Simon stared at her, his tongue pushed up against the soft flesh of his right cheek. 

Full of hostility, he scathingly looked at Melanie. “Still putting on a cold face for someone to see eh, Melanie? Do you think you’re still the chief secretary of LeapCo with your high and mighty display?” 

He was trying to pick a fight. Stephen and the others were still waiting, and Melanie did not want to argue with him. A mad dog would bite anyone, and people would fear getting bitten by something unclean. 

She glanced at Simon blankly and turned to leave. Simon did not expect to see her act this way. He decisively reached out to grab Melanie’s wrist. “Did I say you could leave?” 

The moment he grabbed Melanie’s arm, he was slapped across the face! 

Melanie had given almost everything in her in that slap. She looked at Simon’s hand that was gripping her arm with disdain. She said in a cold and stern tone, “Let go.” 

Despite having been slapped so hard, Simon’s grip did not loosen. Instead, he tightened it even more. After a moment, he turned his head to stare at Melanie. His head was tilted 

slightly, his eyes revealing a touch of red and a chill in its depths. 

“You fucking dare to hit me?” he enunciated in a roar. 

“What are you doing?” A low, cold voice suddenly came from the side. Eugene appeared at the entrance of the nearby private room. His gaze was fixed on Simon’s hand that was gripping Melanie’s arm. His gaze was deep and searching. 

Melanie quickly noticed him. Feeling the pain from Simon’s grip, she maintained her cold facade and said, “Your friend might’ve had too much to drink and is acting out.” 

Eugene looked at her, his eyes probing for a moment. 

“Atelanie!” Simon’s tone was fierce. “You damn well wait for me.”