She Left, She Thrived, She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 112

On the Riverside Bridge.

Preston led Melanie by the hand, and they had been walking for a while.

She had asked Preston where he was taking her.

He only said that the store was too stuffy and they should get some fresh air.

The summer breeze from the river was indeed comfortably refreshing.

Melanie didn't mind the feeling.

It was just that she didn't think Preston needed to hold her hand for them to walk along the bridge.

Along the way, Melanie didn't try to pull her hand away.

After all, Preston had just helped her out of a big jam, and it felt rude to just yank her hand back.

She was waiting for him to let go first.

Melanie knew her palm was sweating.

Whether Preston was a germaphobe or not, the fact that he always wore gloves meant he liked to be clean.

The silk fabric would get damp from her sweat, which couldn't be comfortable for him.

And yet…

Preston wouldn't let go.

"Um… Preston…"

Melanie's steps gradually slowed, and Preston, walking ahead, matched her pace.

As he turned, he sensed that Melanie's hand, held firmly in his, was trying to pull away. So he let go.

Without the warmth and the fabric, a chill ran through her as the cool air hit her damp palm.

Melanie and Preston stood face to face.

The river wind whipped her hair about.

But Preston's short, waxed hair didn't move an inch.

He took a step forward. Just as he reached out, about to tuck a stray strand of Melanie's hair back in place, a voice he loathed sounded from behind her:

"Could you please let go of my wife?"

Melanie turned to see Dominic.

She was surprised he had actually followed them.

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