She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 608

The familiar white BMW 5 Series was parked by the curb. Although it was a common car on the streets, it exuded a commanding presence right now.

Everett immediately frowned.

He knew it was Preston's car.

Melanie's attention was entirely captivated by the vehicle.

For some reason, seeing it roll into her line of sight filled her with an immense sense of security.

Because of this, she completely missed the dark, resentful look that clouded Everett's face.

Before Preston even stepped out, Melanie was already walking toward it.

Everett suddenly reached out, wanting to grab her.

However...

right before his fingertips brushed her arm, he abruptly curled them into a fist and pulled back.

At the same time, Preston stepped out of the car.

"Honey, I'm here to take you home."

His slightly cheesy words only deepened the warmth in her chest.

She instinctively looped her arm through Preston's and turned to Everett.

"Preston is here to take me back, so I won't trouble you."

"...Okay..."

Everett looked completely deflated, but he could only watch helplessly as Melanie walked away with Preston.

Settling into the passenger seat, Melanie had just buckled her seatbelt when Preston asked,

"Your dinner tonight... why was Everett there?"

Melanie turned to look at him and recounted the entire evening in detail.

"So... the dress I carefully picked out for you was worn just to be shown off to another man..."

Seeing how bothered he was, his brow furrowed in a tight knot, Melanie quickly soothed him.

"Of course not... I'm wearing it for you right now! If you like it, I'll wear it every single day, okay?"

Knowing she cared about his feelings, Preston relaxed his expression.

She couldn't help but feel that a serious, unsmiling guy like him wouldn't be into animations.

"Not at all... Good art transcends genres."

Hearing that, Melanie immediately pulled out her phone to check showtimes.

Preston kept driving, his gaze flicking to the rearview mirror every so often.

Someone was tailing them.

A black Audi A6 had been following them ever since they left the restaurant.

If his instincts were right, the person behind the wheel was Everett.

"They have tickets! It starts in an hour, which is perfect timing. What do you think?"

"Whatever you say."

Smiling at his response, Melanie purchased the tickets.

Behind them, Everett gripped the steering wheel of the black Audi.