She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 1240

Instead, the heavy lump in her throat only grew worse, suffocating her.

Daphne was a nervous wreck.

The tangled knot in her heart hadn't unraveled tonight; it had only tightened into something more complicated.

At Aurelia Gardens.

Preston carried the intoxicated Melanie into her bedroom and carefully changed her into her fluffy cartoon pajamas.

Melanie kept her eyes shut, appearing fast asleep, though a faint smirk played on her lips as if she was thoroughly enjoying the royal treatment.

The only sound in the room was the soft rustle of fabric.

The air crackled with a thick, heavy tension with his every movement.

After getting her dressed, Preston stood by the bed, staring down at her sprawled, unladylike sleeping posture.

She was spread out like a starfish, her mouth slightly open, a single strand of hair caught against her lips.

Preston couldn't help but smile, gazing at her as if she were the most exquisite treasure in the world.

He reached out, his White Gloves contrasting sharply against her skin, and gently brushed the stray hair away from her mouth.

The loungewear he had wrangled her into was a new purchase.

It was thick and warm, but it was designed like a dress.

Her smooth, luminous calves and arms were completely exposed, igniting a dark, dangerous fire in Preston's eyes.

He suspected that the blissfully unaware Melanie had no idea she was currently the ultimate test of his self-control.

"Are you this defenseless because you trust me, or because you don't even see me as a man?" he murmured, leaning his broad, muscular frame over her.

As he pulled the duvet up to cover her, Melanie suddenly threw both arms around his neck.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify