The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

The research studio had been renovated from a single-story house with an area of a few hundred square meters. The two flashlights of the phones could only illuminate the area around the table.

However, the surroundings were still dark.

Melanie’s breathing grew rapid as she clenched onto the clothes Eugene threw over her. She tried to calm herself down. Eric shouted from outside, but soon, it was quiet again. He might have gone to get a locksmith over.

Melanie heard herself speaking in a husky voice, “Thanks.”

She did not lift her head. All she did was look up.

Eugene stood beside her as he looked at her and grunted softly.

With the flashlights of the two phones, Melanie could see what was before her. However, she dared not look around. It was dark, and the light illuminating them looked strange in the dark.

Melanie did not like being in this kind of abrupt situation. Adrenaline crashed through her.

Something struck the door. It was not loud. Melanie and Eugene happened to be silently waiting, and Melanie was on full guard. That was why she caught the sound immediately.From NôvelDrama.Org.

Melanie’s palms began to sweat. Immediately, Melanie looked at Eugene. Eugene shook his head as he stared at the door. The sound repeated a few times, and it was silent again. Melanie asked in a hushed tone, “Is that Eric?”

Eugene thought of the same possibility, but he was unsure. “I'll take a look.”

Just as he was about to walk, his sleeve was being pulled by Melanie. He stopped and looked at Melanie, who was sitting.

Unlike Melanie, who could not see clearly in the dark, Eugene’s eyesight had always been good. He could see Melanie’s pale face and nervous expression.

His Adam’s apple rolled as he subconsciously spoke gently. It was as if he was coaxing Melanie, “I'll be back in a while.” Melanie did not loosen her grip. After a moment of silence, she got up. ‘I'll follow

you.”

212 She had instinctively held onto Eugene’s sleeve. Melanie could not think much in such an environment.

Subconsciously, she wanted to stay by something that made her feel secure.

When she was about to get her phone, she noticed its battery had died. The flashlight that could illuminate a small area grew dimmer.

Melanie froze. She could feel Eugene’s hand moving. The sleeve she had been grabbing onto was pulled out of her grip. Then, a warm palm held her hand.

Eugene’s hand was a little rough. It rubbed against Melanie’s soft palm.

Ignoring the flashlight, he asked softly, “Didn’t you say you wanted to follow? Take your phone with you.”

They were not far from the door. However, there were many tables in the research studio. Each table had a model Mr. Fuller had done.

The shadow formed when the flashlight shone on them looked a little creepy. Melanie’s hand was in Eugene’s. Eugene’s steps were slow, as if he were waiting for her.

Looking at the ground and feeling Eugene’s warm palm gave her a strange feeling. 5)

However, the emotion was interrupted by Eric’s voice from the door. “The locksmith is here. Wait for a while. Stay where you are. Don’t bump into any of the models!”

Then, noises were heard from the door. Melanie finally calmed down. However, her hand was still gripping the phone tightly.