She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 922

Melanie spoke up first.

"You should go."

She didn't look at Preston when she said it.

She was terrified of falling under his spell again.

He turned his head, his gaze locked on her flushed profile, a storm of unsaid words swirling in his eyes.

A heavy silence fell over the living room.

After a long moment, Preston broke the quiet.

"...Alright."

He stood up, took two steps toward the door, and then paused, turning back around.

"Get some rest. We have work tomorrow... Goodnight."

"...Goodnight."

Melanie looked up a beat too late, only catching the sight of his retreating back.

Soon, she was entirely alone in the empty house.

Still sitting on the sofa, she grabbed a throw pillow and buried her face into it.

"Ugh... How am I supposed to get any rest after that! I can't sleep!"

While Melanie screamed into her pillow, over at the Eclipse Noir Club, Daphne Morrell was wide awake, too.

Daphne hadn't gone up to her bedroom on the third floor.

She was pacing around the club's first floor.

The venue was already closed for the night.

Daphne was the only one there.

She hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, but she was acting completely unhinged.

"Ugh... Daphne, are you out of your mind?"

She cursed at her reflection in the mirror, pointing an accusatory finger.

"Do you know why you've been single for so long? Because you're a complete idiot!"

"Weren't you supposed to woo Everett? Who does it like that! Pace yourself, take it step by step!"

Going from complete self-doubt to absolute confidence.

Her emotions were a rollercoaster all night, swinging wildly between exhilaration and despair, certainty and regret—

until she finally collapsed onto the sofa in pure exhaustion and fell asleep.

Melanie had tossed and turned just as much as Daphne.

But at least she had actually managed to fall asleep in her own bed.

The next day, Preston drove her to work as usual, perfectly fulfilling his duties as her assistant.

Melanie covertly observed his expression; his devastatingly handsome face was completely unreadable.

It was as if that scorching kiss the night before had never even happened.

She pursed her lips, unable to pinpoint the complicated knot of feelings in her chest.

Everett had taken the day off.

Yet, despite taking time off, he showed up at the Royce Group right in the middle of Melanie's lunch break, walking straight into her office.

"Let's grab lunch. I have something... I want to talk to you about in private."