She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 672

Still, whether Shawn actually intended to knock her out and assault her remained a mystery.

In Melanie's mind, if he truly wanted to drug her, there were far stealthier ways to do it.

She suspected that if she hadn't noticed the Sevoflurane and passed out, he absolutely would have taken advantage of the situation.

But she didn't pass out.

She maintained her composure, proving she was entirely lucid.

Because of that, Shawn didn't force her, nor did he drop his playful facade.

He had even watched her send the SOS text to Preston and did nothing to stop her.

It felt like a calculated test.

She just couldn't fathom why he would go to such dangerous lengths to test her.

Regardless of whether he was just a psychotic creep or harboring a much darker agenda, Melanie was intensely grateful to Preston today.

He was just as sharp as she knew he was.

A single location pin was all he needed to realize she was in trouble and rush to her side.

And he had arrived exactly when she needed him.

"So, that's the whole story... Thank god my brilliant husband came to my rescue. You're the best," Melanie purred, the whiskey giving her a pleasant, tipsy buzz. She leaned over and exaggeratedly puckered her lips.

Preston didn't hesitate, capturing her lips in a firm kiss.

It was brief, leaving Melanie licking her lips in want.

"Honey... are you losing your touch?"

Preston let out a low, rough cough.

Looking at her, with her eyes dark and heavy with whiskey, she looked absolutely intoxicating—a decadent, rum-soaked temptation.

The habitual coldness in his eyes burned away, replaced by a dark, predatory heat.

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