She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 177

Preston had already changed back into his clothes—his unchangeable black shirt, black suit, and black tie, along with the white gloves that seemed welded to his hands.

His freshly washed and dried hair wasn't styled with gel, but fell naturally, giving him a more reserved and fresh look compared to his usual slicked-back hair and powerful, elite aura.

His dark eyes were usually unreadable, but whenever they met Melanie's, a flicker of raw emotion would break through the surface.

Preston was sitting on a sofa, holding a drink.

Melanie's eyes widened. She strode over and snatched the drink from his hand.

It was a lychee-flavored drink, identical to hers, and it was almost empty.

Preston watched her, a flicker of confusion in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

He watched as Melanie first threw away the nearly finished drink, then grabbed his wrist and pulled him up from the sofa.

Melanie pulled Preston along, her pace quickening. She was afraid the drug would take effect.

Thank goodness Gabriel had booked a room for her in advance. Otherwise, Melanie had no idea where she would take Preston at a time like this.

Utterly bewildered, Preston was pulled upstairs by Melanie, led into a guest room, and then pushed into the bathroom.

"Don't ask any questions for now, just do as I say," Melanie said, her voice urgent. "Take off your clothes. Your tie, your shirt, take it all off!"

Preston was baffled.

Seeing him stand there, motionless, Melanie grew anxious and started to do it herself. She roughly pulled off his tie, stripped off his black suit jacket, and then began unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

Preston was completely compliant, letting her strip off his jacket. He stared intently at Melanie's face. The anxiety and worry on her face were plain to see.

His dark eyes shifted slightly, and his expression slowly changed from confusion to dawning realization.

The bathroom, though spacious, felt a bit stuffy. Melanie was struggling with Preston's shirt buttons, breaking out in a sweat from the urgency.

Suddenly, she heard Preston let out a low, seductive groan.

With that thought, Melanie shoved the showerhead into Preston's hand and turned to leave.

*Clang!* The showerhead fell to the floor.

A pair of soaked hands suddenly gripped Melanie's shoulders—the silk gloves on them thoroughly drenched.

Before Melanie could react, she was pinned firmly against the bathroom wall.

Preston was right in front of her. His eyes burned with a heat intense enough to evaporate the water droplets clinging to his face.

Melanie held her breath. She felt as if she were facing not Preston, but a starving beast.

"Um... Preston, calm down. I'm just going to..."

Before she could finish, Preston kissed her.