Preston glanced at the screen, silently hit the save button, and then closed the laptop.
His deep eyes reflected Melanie's sleeping face.
That face brought a spark of light into his ink-black pupils.
Preston instinctively reached out.
His fingers, covered by pristine white silk gloves, stopped just before her soft, red lips.
As if to confirm he was wearing them, Preston glanced at his own hand, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together gently.
Only then did he continue, carefully wiping away a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth.
Daybreak arrived.
Melanie woke up to find herself not only on the living room sofa but also covered with a blanket.
This blanket wasn't hers.
She had no idea where the blankets in this house were even kept.
Melanie yawned and sat up.
On the coffee table, her laptop was closed, and the papers next to it were in a neat, perfect stack.
The obsessive-compulsive neatness of the stack was definitely not her doing.
Melanie realized—
Preston was back.
She couldn't remember how long she had slept.
But since it was broad daylight now, it was perfectly normal for Preston to be home.
Melanie noticed that the door to the guest bedroom wasn't closed but slightly ajar. She tentatively walked over and knocked softly.
No answer.
Her curiosity piqued, she took a few more steps inside.
The bed in the guest room finally came into view.
Preston was lying flat on his back on the bed, dressed in black loungewear and still wearing his white silk gloves.
Melanie could tell Preston was exhausted and catching up on sleep.
Melanie smiled sweetly.
“I should congratulate you. After all… not everyone can bankrupt one company and immediately land a job at another.”
Being called out in public like that made Evelyn’s face change, and she looked flustered.
But she contained her anger.
The matter of the Hale Group was in the past. Now, the Hale Health Center was her future.
“I seem to have forgotten, what's your current position again?”
Melanie was silent.
Evelyn suddenly clapped her hands with a laugh.
“Oh, I remember now. You're still the records clerk… Dominic, honestly. You landed a huge client like the Halevy Group, so why didn't he give you a promotion?”
Seeing Melanie turn to leave, Evelyn immediately blocked her path.
“Melanie, during the ribbon-cutting, could you please do me a favor and stand in the back? I'm afraid it would reflect poorly on the company and the new store if people saw a mere records clerk standing next to the company's executives.”

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