She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 1238

After finishing their drinks, Melanie had planned to order a rideshare, but the moment she stepped out of the Eclipse Noir Club, she spotted Preston across the street.

He leaned casually against his stunning Koenigsegg Jesko, his tall, athletic frame wrapped in a tailored black suit that seemed to blend into the night. Yet, his magnetic presence was impossible to ignore.

The cold night air whipped around Melanie.

She was definitely buzzed—not blackout drunk, but enough for the alcohol to flush her cheeks and lower her inhibitions.

Staring at Preston across the asphalt, she felt her heart skip a beat.

She had just spent the last hour giving Daphne relationship advice, but what about her?

Compared to Everett or Sam, Preston treated her like absolute royalty.

A sudden tightness gripped her chest.

She parted her glossy, wine-stained lips and called out, "If you're already here, why aren't you coming over?"

She wasn't sure if she was loud enough for him to hear.

She couldn't even gauge her own volume.

"I definitely drank too much," she muttered to herself, rubbing her temples.

When she looked up again, a solid wall of muscle blocked her view.

Melanie tilted her head back, meeting Preston's intense gaze.

Preston took in her flushed cheeks, her glassy eyes, and that soft, intoxicated smile. A warm knot tightened in his stomach.

"Why did you drink so much?" His voice was a low, velvety murmur—not a reprimand, but a thoroughly indulgent whisper.

"You're not my boss!" Melanie suddenly flared up.

She balled her hands into fists and weakly hammered them against his rock-hard chest.

"Who are you to tell me how much to drink? Besides, if I get drunk, you'll just take me home, right? You're way more reliable than those jerks Everett and Sam..."

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