Even though he was actively suppressing it, the dark, predatory possessiveness radiating from him was thick enough to choke on.
Melanie frowned, blinking slowly.
She had no idea what he was talking about, but she decided to play along.
"Oh? And if... I told you I did have feelings for someone else, what would you do? Walk away and let me be happy?"
"Never!"
Suddenly, Preston's hands clamped down on her shoulders.
Despite his massive strength, it didn't hurt.
She knew he was meticulously holding back, terrified of bruising her.
His chiseled face was mere inches from hers, his furrowed brows failing to mask the raw, aggressive edge deeply embedded in his nature.
He stared unblinkingly at her, the sheer possessiveness in his eyes burning like a raging inferno.
"I won't force you... but I will never step aside and hand you over to another man..."
Hearing the absolute, ruthless conviction in his voice, Melanie couldn't stop the corners of her lips from turning up.
She absolutely loved seeing him like this—so territorial, so desperate to fight for her.
She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, he asked a question that left her completely dumbfounded.
"Melanie, tell me... what exactly does Everett have that I don't?"
Melanie: ?????
What did Everett have to do with anything?!
Just as she was drowning in confusion, she watched Preston hold up the keychain.
"This... Everett gave this to you, didn't he?"
Melanie froze.
"How did you know?"
As soon as she spoke, she saw his perfect features twist in pure agony.
"Why... would you use matching couple keychains with him?"
"Wait!"
Melanie instantly cut him off, her face dropping into dead seriousness.



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