The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 135

The box was completely opened.

The Lace and Fox Tail Lingerie Set sat inside, fully exposed for the world to see.

Preston's body stiffened imperceptibly. He slowly lifted his gaze to Chloe, his lips pressed into a tight line.

"..."

After a beat of heavy silence, he spoke, his voice husky.

"If you need to, I can cooperate."

Chloe pulled her hand back, curling it into a tight fist. She took a deep breath and turned to walk out.

But she had only taken two steps when a strong arm wrapped around her waist, yanking her flush against him.

"Chloe."

Preston's voice murmured right by her ear, thick with implication.

She shoved him hard. "Get off me."

"Why so shy?"

He arched an eyebrow and stepped into her space, pinning her firmly against the cold wall.

"You can ask anything of me. It's perfectly normal. It's not like I'd say no."

He paused, his eyes flicking to the box behind her as his smirk widened. "Besides, everything is already prepared. It'd be a shame to let it go to waste, wouldn't it?"

"Get out!"

A vein popped in Chloe's forehead, and she stomped down hard on his foot.

While he flinched, she shoved him away and practically sprinted out of the room.

Preston watched her flee, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Then, his gaze drifted back to the box, his eyes clouding with complex emotion.

In the hallway, Wendy was pacing back and forth, eavesdropping on the room.

Seeing Chloe storm out, she hurried over. "Why are you out so soon?"

"Move!" Chloe snapped, her tone dripping with ice.

She practically tore through the first floor, then rushed up to the second, checking every single room. Her frown deepened with every empty space.

"Where is Yuri?"

"Oh, you mean that dog?" Wendy replied. "Sent to the groomer's for a bath."

Chloe stopped dead in her tracks and whipped around.

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