She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 761

Preston also saw the awkwardness and hesitation in Melanie's eyes.

Because of that, he didn't beg her to stay.

He knew she wouldn't change her mind just because he asked.

The atmosphere at the dining table suddenly grew suffocatingly heavy.

It was the first time they had shared such a somber meal in all the days they had lived together.

"Thank you."

Preston carefully pulled the steaming pasta and the bitter-smelling cream toward himself.

He handled them like they were the most irreplaceable, precious treasures in the world.

At first, Preston had doubted her identity.

He didn't think she was a real doctor. Doctors were always busy in hospitals or clinics; they had no reason to waste time in a run-down town like Lowell Plain.

Because of that, he hadn't held out much hope for her medicine.

He had assumed she was just some bored rich girl playing at charity, or maybe doing good deeds for religious karma.

But the longer they spent together, the more he believed she truly was a brilliant researcher.

The laser-focused intensity she showed while working couldn't be faked.

And every single time he applied a new batch of the cream, she would meticulously study the changes in his skin.

Time and time again, there was disappointment.

Time and time again, she reignited her hope.

For Preston, carrying this hideous mark his entire life, suffering the endless disgust and bullying from the world—he had long since gotten used to it.

He had given up a long time ago.

But Melanie hadn't.

She was more anxious about it than he was, more fiercely competitive.

It was as if she absolutely refused to accept defeat until his face was flawless.

Yet, why should she even care?

Day after day, she poured all her energy into that cream.

Preston had nothing else to do. Other than chores, all his attention was entirely focused on her.

He was just terrified she would catch him staring.

These few days living with Melanie were the happiest moments of his entire life.

But...

No matter how much he stalled, the meal eventually had to end.

He knew it was time for him to leave.

Because she was leaving, too.

"There's enough cream here to last you a solid month. After thirty days... the rest is up to fate."

That was the very last thing she had said to him four years ago.

The BDSM-themed motel room, initially thick with sexual tension, had sobered up considerably due to their heavy conversation.

Prompted by his words, Melanie finally recalled the hazy details of their brief encounter in Lowell Plain.

"I can't believe my very first attempt at a scar-removal cream was such a massive success!"

Seeing her eyes light up like floodlights, Preston could only offer a bitter smile.

"Is that seriously your main takeaway from all this?"

"What else would it be?" she asked, tilting her head.

Preston let out a heavy sigh.

"Shouldn't you be a little more shocked... that I was already completely in love with you four years ago?"