She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 920

"I'm jealous of any man who dares to look at you."

His grip on her hand tightened fractionally, sending a corresponding spike of heat straight to her pulse.

The night had bled into the early hours of the morning.

Outside, the eerie, sweeping red glare of a distant neon sign bled through the window, painting the room in a warning color.

The silence stretched between them, heavy and dangerously intimate.

Finally, Melanie broke it.

"I don't care about Dominic Hale, or Everett Kingsley... I have zero interest in either of them."

"Then do you have an interest in me?"

Preston fired back without missing a beat.

The red light through the window seemed to flare, matching the sudden spike of tension that sucked the air out of the room.

His tone was as cool and composed as ever, but the predatory edge beneath the words was unmistakable.

Melanie held his gaze, her heart hammering against her ribs, and gave him the truth.

"Yes. I do."

A dangerous, triumphant spark ignited in Preston's dark eyes.

She felt the subtle tremor in the hand holding hers.

"But... I don't like you enough to risk everything."

The triumphant fire in his eyes died instantly, replaced by a hollow, shadowswept darkness. He slowly lowered his gaze.

"Right... I understand."

He murmured, the gravelly edge of his voice turning flat. His fingers uncurled, releasing her hand.

Melanie pulled back as he stood up.

"I'll clean this up."

"But, you're wearing gloves..."

"It's what a Private Assistant does."

He replied smoothly, turning his back to her and efficiently stacking the plates.

Left alone at the table, Melanie let out a long, ragged sigh.

Was she being too cruel?

Logically, she knew that even if the Whitmore family was somehow tied to her mother's unsolved death, it wasn't Preston's fault.

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