Only his deep eyes were bright under the light.
Melanie was mainly thanking Preston for his eloquence, which had led Dominic to contribute three million dollars to Daphne's club.
As for why Preston did it, she was curious, but she didn't ask.
Just as Preston rarely asked about her affairs, she wanted to give him his privacy.
Counting them all up, she had ridden in Preston's car several times now.
Each time, there was no conversation between them.
The quiet environment suited her just fine.
Taking out her phone, Melanie logged into the forum and replied to Evelyn's private message.
***
Rosecrest Villas.
EEvelyn was exhausted from dealing with Lila’s tantrum,and the little girl was worn out from crying.
Seeing Dominic's black Maybach drive out of the complex again, with no idea where he was taking Melanie this time, Evelyn collapsed onto the sofa like a deflated balloon.
Just then, the forum chimed with a notification.
It was a private message.
Evelyn shot up from the couch. She opened the message and saw that Schrödinger's Pill had finally replied—
I'm sorry, I refuse.
Those simple words hit Evelyn like a physical blow.
Sitting in the white BMW 5 Series, Melanie held her phone and couldn't help but smile.
Soon, Evelyn sent another private message, doubling the price and making all sorts of grand promises.
Melanie turned off her phone screen. There was no need to reply again.
Preston kept his eyes on the road, but he couldn't help stealing a glance at Melanie.
Her confident smile was almost aggressive—
And breathtakingly beautiful.
***
That whole night, Dominic was swamped with business.
Evelyn was mentally exhausted from waiting for a private message.
Lila woke up crying from nightmares several times.
Only Melanie slept beautifully until morning, waking up to a breakfast Preston had already prepared for her—
Two slices of bread with strawberry jam and a carton of milk.

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