Seeing how genuinely troubled Melanie was, Preston actually felt a flicker of curiosity.
"If the person involved says everything is fine, why are you so worried?"
Melanie looked at him, her frown deepening.
"It's called a woman's intuition. You men wouldn't understand."
Since she said it with such absolute seriousness, he didn't try to argue.
In truth, Melanie deeply trusted her gut instincts.
When Daphne first started dating Sam, Melanie assumed her best friend was finally on the path to happiness.
Because it was glaringly obvious that Sam was highly attentive to her.
Unlike Everett Kingsley.
However, Melanie had asked Daphne about the relationship more than once.
And every single time, Daphne's texted replies were barely five words long.
Melanie still vividly remembered how things used to be. When Daphne was dating Everett, she would constantly blow up Melanie's phone, sharing every tiny, amusing detail about their time together.
Even if those 'amusing details' were actually incredibly boring to Melanie.
But reading between the lines, it had been blindingly obvious that Daphne was deliriously happy with Everett.
Anytime the conversation steered toward him, Daphne would text her massive paragraphs.
It was as if she had an infinite well of things to say the moment his name was mentioned—
The exact opposite of her dynamic with Sam.
It wasn't that Daphne didn't like Sam at all.
At the very least, as a fan, she adored him.
After finishing dinner, Melanie retreated to her bedroom and called her.
Initially, she kept the conversation light, chatting about random things.
But as they talked, the topic naturally veered toward Daphne's romance with Sam.
"You barely ever mention him to me. So, how are things really going between you two?" Melanie asked, forcing a casual tone.
A heavy silence fell over the receiver.

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