She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 603

Melanie opened her mouth, but swallowed Everett's name right before it slipped out.

"A buddy gave it to me. I thought it was pretty cute, so I attached it."

"Mhm..."

Preston didn't press the issue any further.

If she didn't want to tell him the person's name or didn't feel it was necessary, then pushing for an answer would only put her in a tough spot.

Preston drove her back to the Royce Group and spent the entire afternoon in her office, helping her analyze the data.

Right around quitting time, Melanie suddenly got a call from Nathaniel.

"I booked a private room at the Gilded Heron for tonight. Come over straight after work, and make sure you dress up nicely."

With that, Nathaniel hung up on her.

While there had been times in the past when he had abruptly called her in for a last-minute dinner meeting, this was the very first time he had explicitly told her to dress up nicely.

"What's wrong?"

Preston asked, noticing her furrowed brow and confused expression.

"It's nothing. My dad just wants me to go to a dinner meeting tonight... Sorry, I can't head home and have dinner with you."

A flash of disappointment crossed Preston's eyes.

But he would never stop her from networking.

Especially now that she was the CEO of the Royce Group. She was bound to have even more social obligations than before.

"I have no idea what kind of VIP is going to be there. My dad actually told me to dress up."

Seeing her shrug and laugh it off, Preston quietly pulled out his phone and sent a text to Philip.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on her office door.

It was her assistant, carrying three garment bags.

Melanie blinked in total confusion.

"What are those?"

"Ms. Royce, these are the dresses delivered from Atelier Quinn."

"...Huh?"

Melanie was even more confused.

Reflected in his dark eyes, she shone as brilliantly as the sun.

"You are so possessive. You even have to control what I wear when I see other people."

Hearing that, Preston reached out, pulling her seamlessly into his lap.

"Does that scare you?"

"Scare me how?"

"Are you scared that I'm too possessive..."

His voice and tone were dripping with absolute tenderness, yet...

The unwavering gaze locking her in place felt like a deep abyss, pulling her under until she couldn't breathe.

She could tell he was holding back.

Because he truly loved her, he was restraining his own overwhelming desire to completely monopolize her.

They held each other tightly in the office, time seemingly freezing around them.

When she didn't answer, Preston interpreted it on his own—