She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 967

Her face burning as if she had stepped into a sauna, Melanie Royce shoved Preston Whitmore toward the door.

But how could she possibly outmuscle him?

Preston merely took a few cooperative steps backward, still planted firmly inside her hotel room.

Melanie let out a frustrated breath.

"I'm warning you," she snapped, "stop trying to seduce me!"

Faced with her righteous indignation, Preston looked utterly baffled.

"So... you're not afraid that I have some ulterior motive, but that I might seduce you?"

"Obviously!"

Melanie crossed her arms, her expression hostile.

The whole reason she had broken up with Preston was the terrifying realization that she might fall too deeply in love with him before she uncovered the truth behind her mother's death.

As for ulterior motives...

Melanie rubbed her chin, her gaze raking over Preston from head to toe.

Dressed in a sleek black tracksuit with his hair falling naturally instead of slicked back, Preston radiated a fresh, effortless magnetism that carried its own distinct flavor.

Under her unwavering stare, Preston had the absurd illusion that he was a helpless bunny cornered by a cunning fox. A helpless laugh escaped him.

"With a look like that... are you sure you're not the one seducing me?"

"Who told you to wear a tracksuit today!"

His confusion only deepened at her outburst.

They were at an amusement park. If not casual athletic wear, what was he supposed to wear?

"What then... should I have worn a flowing dress like Daphne?"

The sheer ridiculousness of the image drew a sudden, snorting laugh from Melanie.

"Yes, absolutely. Wear one tomorrow. I'll even buy it for you."

As she voiced her eager support, she couldn't help but picture his broad-shouldered frame squeezed into a sundress.

With his towering height...

They didn't even make dresses in that size!

What a profound pity.

The suffocating, flirtatious tension that had been thick in the air finally began to dissipate.

And the perilous edge to their dynamic softened as well.

Melanie visibly relaxed.

"Are you showering first, or should I?"

The moment the casual question left her lips, instant regret crashed over her.

Why on earth did she bring up showering?

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify