The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 224

"Did you have a good time tonight? Every eye in the place was on you."

"Is... Preston feeling a little jealous?" The girl wrapped her arms around his neck playfully.

Preston didn't say a word. He just wrapped an arm around her waist and led her away from the crowd.

Mallory, who had been teasing her own date just moments ago, dug her nails into her palms. A storm of cold fury raged in her eyes as she glared at their retreating backs. "Ugh, absolutely sickening," she hissed.

Jillian's brow furrowed tight. There was something terribly familiar about that girl. She was exactly like the younger version of Mallory—fiery, uninhibited, completely indifferent to what anyone else thought, wearing her heart on her sleeve.

Mallory stood up and walked off. Jillian assumed she was heading to the restroom and decided not to follow.

A little while later.

A massive argument suddenly erupted from the corner of the lawn, drawing everyone's attention.

Jillian sprinted over. Sure enough, Mallory was right in the center of the chaos. Standing across from her was Preston's girlfriend, holding her cheek, which bore a glaringly obvious red handprint.

She looked incredibly fragile and wronged.

"I was running this social circle before you even knew it existed. Don't think just because you're hanging onto Preston's coattails that you can flaunt your weight around me. That man you think is your protector used to be nothing but a—"

Jillian lunged forward, grabbing Mallory's arm in a death grip and signaling her to shut her mouth.

Preston's past wasn't exactly pristine, but given his current status, they had to give him some respect.

Besides, saying something that vicious would only make Mallory look just as bad.

"What happened?" Preston hurried over, and his girlfriend instantly threw herself into his arms, her eyes welling with tears.

"I just bumped into her by accident, and she just hit me for no reason."

Mallory gritted her teeth. An accident?

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