The Unfaithful Mr. Scott ( Melanie Smith )
Chapter 225

Chapter 225

Hearing Eugene’s indifferent reply, Melanie felt her heart so brutally crushed that she struggled to catch her breath for a moment. She looked at Eugene in disbelief. She was supporting herself on the cabinet, and her knuckles turned white from the force she was exerting

Melanie felt a ringing in her ears as her head buzzed. She could not comprehend this. She could not understand how Eugene could say such things. Even if he disliked her or was fed up with her, he should not have said such things.

Nausea surged within her as Melanie’s face started to pale. She bent over slightly at the waist in an attempt to alleviate her discomfort. Eugene was still there, dressed in a sharp black suit. Every button on his shirt was meticulously fastened.

He looked down at Melanie with his dark, penetrating eyes.

His gaze was deep and inscrutable, revealing nothing about his thoughts. When Eugene was called away by a call on his phone, Melanie still had not uttered a word. She stood in the same spot for a long time before there was the slightest tug on the corner of her mouth.

Her tears had dried on her face by then, leaving an uncomfortable sensation behind.

The next morning, Melanie did not go to the company. Instead, she went directly to Jepton Hospital. The scheduled medical check–up was a comprehensive one. Even Melanie could not help but think Eugene was surprisingly considerate.

When she was called into the gynecology office, however, she could not help her expression from turning unpleasant. “Go inside, take off your pants, and lie down,” the examining doctor instructed coldly in a stern voice.

Melanie plac

the examination sheet on the table and entered the examination room with a wooden expression. While she had undergone routine medical check–ups before, she could not help but shiver when she saw the cold, mechanical instruments again this time.

The examining doctor was not gentle either and rather robotic. After the examination, Melanie left the room while feeling an indescribable sense of frustration.

The report would take a few hours to be ready, and Melanie had no intention of going to the company. She headed to a small park nearby. Before she left the hospital, however, she received a call from Xander. “How did things go with Blue Inc yesterday?”

Melanie hesitated for a moment before saying, “Hard to say. They have many options. They might not even choose LeapCo.”

Xander chuckled lightly. “Really? I thought we could indirectly cooperate this time.”

“Have you negotiated with Blue Inc?”

“Yeah, they’re considering promoting their niche series to increase popularity,” Xander replied. As if suddenly thinking of something, he asked, “Are you out now?”

Melanie took a deep breath and told him that she had matters to attend to outside. Xander suggested, “If you have time later, let’s have a meal together. Blue Inc should be joining too.”

He was trying to hook Melanie up with the company. Melanie replied with an affirmative hum,

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trying to make her voice sound reasonably cheerful. “Alright, thanks.”

After the call with Xander ended, Melanie went to the nearby park. She bought a simple lunch and took a stroll. When her medical examination report was ready in the afternoon, she went to the hospital to pick it up. She then sent photos of the report to Eugene without saying anything. After that, she got ready to make the drive home.

She did not want to go to the company or see Eugene. She just wanted to spend some quiet. time alone. After arriving home, Melanie turned off her phone and left it that way until the next morning. Fortunately, no one tried to contact her.

Melanie did not receive any reply from Eugene regarding the medical examination report and not bother asking him about it either. Whatever he wanted to do was his business, it was no longer her concern.

The

next day, Melanie turned on her phone and glanced at her calendar. If she managed her time well, she could handle the matter with Blue Inc before resigning from the com