She Left, She Thrived, She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 105

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.

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