She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 570

Having Preston there gave her father a sense of security, ensuring he wouldn't feel completely abandoned or imprisoned by his own daughter.

Melanie hadn't disclosed every detail of her corporate maneuvers to Preston.

Yet, he seemed to implicitly understand her endgame.

Even if he didn't know all the specifics, he trusted her unconditionally.

Sometimes, she couldn't fathom where his unwavering faith in her came from.

Or perhaps...

It wasn't just trust in her.

Preston trusted himself.

He knew that no matter what kind of chaos she unleashed, he could handle the fallout.

"I'm not tired. It's an honor to spend time with him," Preston murmured.

Coming from anyone else, it would sound like smooth-talking flattery.

But coming from Preston, it felt deeply sincere.

"But this is taking up so much of your work time."

"Don't worry. I took paid leave."

His excuse sounded plausible at first, but Melanie seriously doubted Stellaris PharmaTech offered such extensive vacation time.

Feeling a pang of guilt that she was hindering his career, she sighed.

"You really don't have to stay here every single day."

She glanced toward the hospital bed.

Nathaniel was asleep, his breathing steady, looking much better than she had feared.

Preston's gaze followed hers.

"I enjoy playing chess with him."

"Chess? You and my dad?"

She looked at him in surprise, and he nodded.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. He's incredibly good at chess. Let me guess, you haven't won a single game?"

Her weight pressing against him was already testing his iron restraint.

And now, she was casually lighting fires across his skin.

"Honey, considering how hard I'm trying to hold back, could you please stop torturing me?"

His husky plea sounded almost like a surrender, making her giggle.

"And what if I want to torture you?"

Smiling mischievously, she traced slow circles over his taut stomach.

Before she could trace another, the world spun wildly around her.

By the time she blinked, she was pinned firmly beneath him.

Her eyes went wide as she offered a sheepish grin.

"My sweet, gentle Mr. Whitmore... we're in a hospital room. You wouldn't do anything crazy, right?"

Staring down at her flushed face, his deep, midnight eyes burned with unfiltered, predatory hunger.

"What? Are you scared now?"