The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 5

Chloe stared at his chillingly calm face, and a sudden, sharp ache seized her heart.

Did he really not care that she just slapped him?

No matter what she did, did nothing actually matter to him?

Preston reached out again. Chloe tried to swat him away, but his large hand effortlessly caught her wrist.

"You really put your back into that one."

With a gentle tug, he pulled her into his chest. His warm, slightly cool palm came to rest against her forehead.

"Tell me where it hurts."

His voice was low, rich, and infuriatingly soothing, like he was coaxing a child.

Chloe closed her eyes, involuntarily drawing a breath.

A cloying, overwhelmingly sweet designer perfume assaulted her senses. It was definitely a woman's fragrance.

The image of Preston carrying that woman in his arms flashed violently in her mind.

Her breath hitched. She shoved hard against his chest, breaking his hold.

"Don't touch me."

She put all her strength into it. Her voice was muffled but dead serious.

Preston completely missed the suppressed sob in her throat. He just smiled faintly.

"So ruthless."

He poured a glass of warm water and held it to her lips.

"The Synergy Summit hasn't wrapped up yet. I have a few more days of networking. I know you've been wanting to go on that island vacation. Once I'm done, I'll take you."

Chloe didn't take the glass. She just stared at him, unblinking.

"Preston, is there anything you want to tell me?"

The curtains were drawn tight, casting her trembling eyelashes in deep shadows, making her expression impossible to read.

Even Preston wasn't blind enough to miss how off she was acting.

Thinking back to the dozen missed calls, his smile faded. His tone turned deep, soft, and entirely earnest.

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