The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 33

"Use your words, keep your hands to yourself!"

Chloe pushed against him, her fingertips meeting the scorching heat of his firm chest. Instead of creating distance, he easily caught her wrists and pinned them.

Guiding her hand downward, Preston arched an eyebrow and chuckled. "Married for three years and still so shy? I suppose it's my fault for not letting Mrs. Hayes look her fill."

Chloe's face burned crimson. She wanted to be furious, but her traitorous heart was racing out of control.

"Let go! Who wants to touch you? You feel terrible anyway!"

Preston's gaze plummeted into darkness, his smirk turning dangerously sharp. "Oh? Does that mean Mrs. Hayes has had her hands on something better?"

Before she could even blink, he lunged forward, pressing her flush against the mattress.

"Though, that hardly seems fair. After all, it's been a while since you've experienced this firsthand..."

Dipping his head, Preston let his hot breath brush against the shell of her ear as he whispered a few explicit words.

Chloe flushed a violent shade of red, shoving at him with all her might in total mortification.

"Get off! You shameless pervert!"

Preston's jaw clenched. He let her hit his chest, a heavy, musky tension surging in his eyes.

The towel draped over him was already failing to hide his obvious arousal.

Feeling the hard press of his hips, Chloe panicked. "Are you out of your mind? Grandmother is waiting for us at the estate!"

They had important things to do today; this was definitely not the time to engage in this kind of physical dominance.

"Right. Good thing you remember, Mrs. Hayes. You're not entirely neglecting your duties."

Frustrated by the interruption, Preston shot her a deeply resentful look before reluctantly rolling off the bed and stalking toward the bathroom.

At the end of every month, they were expected to return to Cloudrest Manor to visit Percival and Eleonora Hayes.

Chloe had absolutely zero desire to travel with Preston, but the thought of Eleonora pushed her to get up and head into the walk-in closet.

Eleonora had always treated her wonderfully, spoiling her as if she were her own flesh-and-blood granddaughter.

In this final month before leaving for good, she wanted to spend as much time with the older woman as possible.

Moreover, there was something incredibly important she needed to tell her today...

Having been immersed in the arts since childhood, Eleonora was a former powerhouse in the haute couture world. Her eye for fashion was ruthless and immaculate.

With a single glance, she could tell whether Preston had dressed himself or if Chloe had styled him.

So for years, to appease Eleonora's strict standards, Chloe and Preston had made it a ritual to pick out each other's outfits before these family visits.

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