The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 139

Chloe turned on her heel and went straight back upstairs.

For the next few days, she moved her things into the guest room, deliberately avoiding Preston. They barely saw each other at all.

Counting the days, the fifteen-day clause in their agreement was almost up.

She waited, looking for the perfect moment to test the waters with Eleonora and see where she truly stood.

Then, one evening, she got a call from Quentin Shaw.

"Chloe, are you free tomorrow?"

She paused. "I am. What's up?"

"Come to a gala with me tomorrow night. There's someone I want you to meet."

"Who?" His words immediately piqued her curiosity.

Quentin kept it vague. "You'll find out when we get there."

"..." Chloe sighed with a smile. "Alright."

Hearing her agree, his voice softened. "I'll call you tomorrow to pick you up."

"Get some rest."

The second she hung up, the front door clicked shut.

Preston was home.

Chloe immediately turned to head upstairs, but a towering figure blocked her path.

He must have just come back from a business dinner. He smelled faintly of expensive liquor, and the slight flush around his eyes contrasted sharply with his tailored suit, giving him a dangerously seductive edge.

But Chloe had zero interest in looking at him. She quickened her pace to step around him.

"Chloe."

Preston suddenly caught her wrist. His voice was softer, almost pleading. "Don't forget the gala tomorrow night."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know it bothered you so much... I'll introduce you publicly tomorrow. Just stop being mad at me, okay?"

"Let go. You'll wake Grandma."

Chloe kept her eyes glued to the floor, refusing to look at him.

Preston stared at her long lashes, his Adam's apple bobbing before he finally released her wrist. His tone was coated in defeat.

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