She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 638

"You don't need to be so terrified of me. I'm genuinely trying to be nice... Look, there's no one else to take my Angel home anyway..."

"I am."

A deep, commanding voice echoed from behind the silver-haired young man.

He turned around and found himself facing a solid wall of a man. The young man was tall, at least six feet, but the man standing behind him was half a head taller. The newcomer's aura was overwhelmingly mature, carrying a terrifying, suffocating pressure.

Instinctively, the young man took two steps back.

"Preston!" Melanie cried out in relief, rushing to Preston's side and clinging to his arm.

Seeing her eyes light up, the young man frowned in displeasure. "Who is this? Your boyfriend?"

He eyed Preston up and down. Preston was dressed in his signature all-black attire—black suit, black tie, black shirt, and black dress shoes. The only contrast was the snow-white gloves on his hands.

The young man raised an eyebrow at the severe look.

"He's my husband," Melanie declared.

Preston shot her a subtle, sideways glance. His instincts told him she was rattled.

"Honey, I'm here to take you home," Preston said smoothly. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her flush against his side.

Melanie felt her entire body relax. Only Preston could make her feel this safe.

After a quick goodbye to Daphne, Preston guided Melanie toward the exit.

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