She Left, She Thrived, She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 46

Preston came over and opened the door shortly after.

"No."

This was the first time Melanie had ever seen Preston in pajamas.

They were solid black, unadorned, and appeared to be made of pure silk.

The buttons were fastened all the way to the collar, revealing none of his collarbone.

It was consistent with Preston’s usual style.

And yet, sometimes, the more reserved the attire, the more inexplicably alluring it was.

Especially with his hair down.

Usually, Preston used pomade to slick his hair back, giving him an impeccable yet cold and distant impression.

Now, however, he seemed to have just showered. His hair, now dry, was soft and fluffy, reminding Melanie of a small animal's fur.

It looked irresistibly soft.

She also noticed that even in his pajamas, Preston still wore those pristine white silk gloves.

"Is something wrong?"

A hint of confusion flickered in Preston's deep, dark eyes, as if he had noticed her scrutinizing gaze.

"It's nothing. I just wanted to thank you for the late-night snack and the hangover remedy."

After Melanie spoke, she saw Preston just staring at her face, his eyes seeming to say: *But you didn't drink. You don't smell of alcohol.*

"You're welcome."

In the end, those were the only two words Preston said.

A man and a woman stood facing each other at a bedroom door, a silent tension between them.

The situation was becoming a little awkward.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"If your enemy needed your help, would you help them or not?"

The moment the words left her mouth, Melanie was surprised at herself.

Why was she asking Preston something like this?

She hadn't even had a drink at the Eclipse Noir Club.

"Never mind. Forget I asked."

Just as Melanie turned to leave, Preston replied with a single, quiet word:

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