Chapter 470
The Unfaithful Mr. Scott ( Melanie Smith )
pter 470
Yvonne did not tell anyone that she was the one who initially introduced Talia to Carlisle.
Or rather, Talia and Carlisle had known each other for a long time before that. She was the apple of Carlisleâs eyes for ten years. It was quite ridiculous.
Carlisle and Talia were childhood sweethearts, while Yvonne considered Talia a good friend. Carlisle and Talia ended up deceiving her as if she were a fool.
Yvonne still remembered that gloomy rainy day. She had carefully prepared an anniversary gift for Carlisle and went to look for him. When she pushed open the door, she saw him kissing Talia.
She had helped her boyfriend find his longâlost love yet she had even been worried that their relationship might not be good. How foolish of her.
How could their relationship not be good? The only one who was being consistently pushed aside was her.
Yvonne had not thought about these things for a long time, but seeing Talia today brought back that nauseating feeling.
It was not just the disgust toward Carlisle and Talia but also toward her past self, who had pursued Carlisle like a loyal dog.
Yvonne did not manage to get a wink of sleep at all. When Melanie woke up the next morning, she tiptoed around, afraid of waking Yvonne. Yvonne only came downstairs in the afternoon.
Melanie was about to leave when she saw Yvonne coming down. âThereâs some leftover food in the kitchen from the meal Xander ordered. He said itâs all your favorites.â
Yvonneâs lips curled. âIs he trying to make fun of me?â
Melanie did not say anything, so Yvonne asked again, âAre you going out?â
âYeah, I have some things to do.â
Around noon, Eugene sent a message saying he would visit his grandfather in the afternoon.
When Melanie went out, Eugeneâs car was already parked there. This time, Melanie got into the car without saying anything. âLetâs go.â
Eugene sneered. âAm I your chauffeur?â
After saying that, his gaze shifted to the bag Melanie was carrying. He lowered his eyes and said indifferently, âYouâre considerate.â
Melanie followed his gaze to the box and paused before saying, âYouâre overthinking it. These are things he gave me before. Iâve sorted them out. You can return them to him later.â
When Melanie accompanied Eugene before, his grandfather had given her some gifts. The old man treated her as if she were actually his granddaughterâinâlaw at that time.
She recalled it when Eugene suddenly mentioned that his grandfather had prepared a gift for her.
Melanie shared her thoughts openly while Eugeneâs gaze on the box became somewhat
profound.
The car was already quiet, the windows blocking out the outside noise. Melanie could even hear the faint sound of her own breathing.
After a while, Eugeneâs cold and deep voice sounded. He did not say anything but chuckled lightly in his throat. It was unclear what he meant.
Moving her fingers from the box, Melanie heard him say, âYou want to paint me as the bad buy so that youâll come off as the good one? Your plan is seamless.â
Melanieâs attitude remained unchanged as she replied, âThere are valuable items inside. I donât dare to accept such expensive gifts from your family.â
Eugene turned to look at her, a hint of mockery playing on his lips. âYou were so accepting for so many years, and now you say you dare not accept?â
He lowered his gaze which was profound and unpredictable. The words he uttered were chilling, âAre the few trinkets I casually gave you also considered valuable?â
Eugene was gripping the steering wheel with one hand, his profile stern and gloomy. âIf you donât want them, just throw them away.â