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.

Yet Chloe barely even glanced at the dazzling array of dresses before looking away.

"I don't need them. Thank you."

Everyone froze in shock, unable to process her words.

It wasn't until she had walked over to the foyer and changed her shoes that they finally snapped out of it.

"But, Mrs. Hayes..."

Wendy's eyes bulged, and she panicked. "What are you doing? Do you know how much money he spent on these? How can you not even try them on?"

"They won't go to waste."

Leaving behind that one emotionless sentence, Chloe walked out the front door.

She left a room full of people staring at each other in total bewilderment.

Quentin's car was waiting for her outside.

From a distance, she could see his tall, commanding figure leaning against the door. He was in a perfectly tailored suit today, the crisp fabric accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow waist, radiating an aura of pure, untouchable elegance.