Because Melanie brought up the security issue at Daphne's club.
"I don't think that white-haired punk is completely right in the head. We can't rule out the possibility that he might bring his guys back to cause trouble at Daphne's place..."
As Melanie spoke, Shawn's face naturally floated into her mind.
Even though he didn't look like a gangster, why would he bring so many thugs to Daphne's club?
Was it really just to force her to accept a gift?
A sudden shiver ran through Melanie's body.
"He is definitely unhinged..."
Hearing her murmur, Preston cast a sidelong glance at her.
Melanie's words were entirely focused on worrying about Daphne and her club.
"Daphne's club does need extra security... and so do you."
"...Me?"
Melanie turned to look at Preston.
He was focused on driving, his eyes fixed straight ahead. His handsome profile radiated a magnetic tension, especially his jawline, which was sharp as a blade.
Melanie narrowed her eyes with interest, entirely captivated by his side profile.
"If you're so worried about me, why don't you just be my twenty-four-hour personal bodyguard? Your combat skills are better than any professional's... You could just quit your job..."
The last part of her sentence sounded like a casual, offhand remark.
But the listener took it to heart.
Preston slightly lowered his gaze.
If he recalled correctly, this was the second time Melanie had suggested he quit his job.
Every time, it sounded like a joke.
But based on what he knew about her, she wouldn't repeatedly bring up him quitting for no reason.
Because Melanie took her work and career very seriously.
In a trance, Preston remembered what Gabriel Whitmore had told him at the celebration banquet about Melanie acting strangely.
"Hey, red light!"
Melanie suddenly shouted.

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