She Left, She Thrived, She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 84

Just as she was about to drive Melanie to her own place, a figure came running toward her car from ahead.

Daphne got out and saw that it was Preston.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Whitmore. This is such a bother."

"It's no trouble."

Preston helped Daphne get the heavily intoxicated Melanie out of the car.

"She's completely passed out…"

Daphne had intended to support Melanie herself while Preston handled the fingerprint scanner.

But instead, Preston lifted Melanie onto his back.

"Thank you for bringing Melanie home. I'll take it from here!"

With that, Preston carried Melanie toward the gate, used his fingerprint to open it, and entered Rosevale Heights.

"Hey, wait…"

Before Daphne could finish, Preston's figure had already disappeared into the complex.

"It should be fine, right?"

Daphne scratched her head.

She had only called Preston to open the gate for her. Her original plan was to personally get Melanie back to her bedroom.

Melanie was too beautiful; with any other man, Daphne would have been extremely worried.

But Preston was different.

Since Melanie was willing to rent from Preston and live under the same roof, it meant she trusted him.

Inside the complex, Preston carried Melanie up to the second floor.

Melanie was sleeping soundly. In the quiet elevator, the sound of her even breathing was especially clear.

The warm air tickling his ear felt like the soft tip of a feather, making his ear—and his heart—itch.

He frowned.

This expression wasn't because he was unhappy or annoyed with Melanie's drunkenness.

He was suppressing something.

He was trying to calm the storm surging in his chest.

Finally, the elevator arrived.

Preston carried Melanie out, entered the code to unlock the apartment door, and then carried her all the way to the master bedroom.

Melanie was sprawled out on the large bed, looking completely unguarded and vulnerable.

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