Eugene could have taken Viola back home. However, it turned out that Eugene remembered that her father was still alone at home.
Viola’s father had been staying with her due to his surgery, while her mother had returned to their hometown temporarily for some family matters. Viola could not help but feel moved. After all, she hed only casually mentioned it to Eugene, yet he had remembered.
A smile appeared on Viola’s face. She quickly leaned over, giving Eugene a kiss on the cheek. “Eugene, why are you so good to me?”
Eugene responded in a deep voice, “Go home and rest well. You got hurt today.”
Melanie sat in the back seat, listening to their sweet and tender conversation while her mood remained unaffected. She checked the time and realized it was almost one in the morning. After a few more brief but affectionate moments, Viola reluctantly got out of the car.
The atmosphere inside the car immediately turned cold the moment she got out. There was not much for Melanie and Eugene to talk about. The distance from the northern part of the city back to the southern part was considerable.
Melanie simply closed her eyes and rested. With the windows closed tightly, the sound of the rain
outside was muffled.
In the silence, Melanie could clearly hear Eugene’s cold chuckle.
She looked up and noticed that they had just reached a traffic light intersection where all the vehicles had stopped before the pedestrian crossing.
Melanie lowered her gaze in contemplation before speaking up, “If you feel too tired, I can drive.”
She had not drunk tonight, and Eugene had taken a longer route from the Hewitts‘ residence to the northern part of the city before heading back south. The journey was indeed tiring.
“Melanie.” Eugene opened a small gap in the window with one hand, allowing the wind to blow in. He looked up at the rearview mirror and said almost without emotion, “Simon said you’re playing hard to get.”
He had one hand resting on the steering wheel just as the traffic light turned green. Eugene stepped on the gas and drove forward steadily.
Melanie’s hair was slightly disheveled by the wind that was blowing in through the window. The night rain had brought down the temperature of the car, and she could not help but tighten the coat she had on her. It was Stephen’s coat.
Eugene noticed this in the rearview mirror, and his brows furrowed imperceptibly. His dark eyes became even colder.
There was a pause before Melanie replied, “You believe everything Simon says?”
Eugene sneered. “He’s right. The way you’ve been following Stephen around so eagerly is really something I can’t bear to look at.”
Melanie did not understand why Eugene had to be so sarcastic when he was talking to her now. She pinched her palm, suppressing the discomfort in her heart.
She saw no need to argue with Eugene now, as any argument would be meaningless. The two remained silent until they reached the apartment.
Melanie stepped out of the elevator before Eugene, Talking to him felt exhausting now.
Upon arriving home, Melanie went straight to the bathroom and changed out of her damp clothes. She placed Stephen’s coat separately from hers, intending to return it to him after cleaning it. When she got out of the shower, she noticed she had left the living room windows open, and the area near
the balcony was in disarray.
The bedroom was also in a similar state. Late into the night, Melanie was suddenly interrupted by a
knock on her door.
A property management staff member explained apologetically, “The water pipe in the upstairs unit burst. We need to check if there are any issues in your home.”
Melanie frowned and declined, saying, “There’s nothing wrong with my place.”
Despite her refusal, the property management staff persisted and tried to enter. Melanie was about to say something when the door across the hall opened. Eugene stood at the doorway expressionlessly, asking, “What are you doing?”