She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 604

Melanie was still intimidated by his possessiveness.

When someone was too overbearing, it naturally made their partner feel suffocated, as if they had lost all their freedom.

Just as Preston slowly began to pull his hand back, preparing to let her go, a light, fleeting kiss suddenly landed on his lips.

Preston froze.

His wide eyes reflected Melanie's face.

Her smile was as captivating as a fox, radiating sheer, unadulterated charm.

"I actually love how possessive you are. It makes me feel special."

With a teasing grin, she turned her attention to the three dresses he had bought her.

But before she could even unzip a garment bag, Preston wrapped his arms tightly around her from behind.

The embrace was fierce, as if he wanted to meld her straight into his bones.

"What am I supposed to do with you..."

His magnetic voice rumbled, sending vibrations straight against her eardrums.

"When you act like this, it makes me want to lock you up and never let you go to that dinner..."

His scorching lips traced a slow, teasing path along her earlobe, entirely seductive and impossible to resist.

Her ears instantly burned red.

The intense heat spread like wildfire through her entire body.

Just brushing against her ear clearly wasn't enough for him.

He opened his mouth and gently took her earlobe between his teeth.

Melanie violently shivered, like a jolt of electricity had just surged through her.

He was only kissing her ear, yet he somehow managed to make it feel as intense as if they were tearing the sheets apart.

"Haven't you kissed it enough? My ear isn't made of candy..."

Unable to handle his teasing any longer, she finally had to push him away.

That was why Preston had chosen three pieces from their collection.

All three were relatively conservative, elevating classic silhouettes with their own unique, artistic flair.

The first was a two-piece ensemble featuring a V-neck top and a flowing skirt. The black fabric was scattered with a few strategically placed crystals, making it undeniably striking.

The second was a pure white off-the-shoulder bodycon dress. The hemline was perfectly balanced, radiating sophisticated elegance—suitable for daily wear but completely appropriate for a cocktail event.

The final option was a champagne-colored, high-neck A-line dress, detailed with stunning vintage lace across the bodice.

Melanie was in love with all three of them.

Unable to decide, she resorted to eeny-meeny-miny-moe and eventually landed on the black two-piece set with the crystal embellishments.

Night fell, and the city lights flickered to life.

After walking into the Gilded Heron, Melanie stopped by the restroom to touch up her makeup before heading to the private room Nathaniel had booked.

But the moment she pushed the door open, she completely froze.