Chapter 422 Trouble
Fraished
The woman was flaunting her curves and low–cut top like crazy, hoping to catch Preston’s
attention.
Even a one–night fling with him would’ve been a dream come true for most women.
Being the lover of the Bells‘ scion was way better than kissing up to some old, rich dude.
But Preston didn’t even feel a spark.
His eyes landed on her fawning face.
For a second, it changed into Kyla’s gentle smile–the same one he’d adored for years.
Kyla…
He almost reached out, longing to touch that familiar, sweet face.
“Sir…
The woman noticed his dazed, lovesick expression, and her heart skipped a beat. She thought she’d hit the jackpot.
But just as she tried to grab his hand, her face morphed into Tilda’s in his mind.
It was a face he hated, the one he wished didn’t exist.
And somehow, it stung.
“Get lost!”
Preston shook off the flood of emotions and slapped her hard across the face.
Her heavy makeup smeared all over.
The woman froze, stunned by the slap.
She held her stinging, swollen cheek, staring at Preston in disbelief.
“Get out, bitch! You think Mr. Preston would ever fall for your games?”
“Many women are trying to get Mr. Preston. You? You’re not even worth shining his shoes, ugly bitch.
“Thought he was drunk and you had a chance? Dream on, slut!”
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Chapter 422 Trouble
Preston’s lackeys jeered, throwing insult after insult.
Humiliated, the woman grabbed her purse and ran off without a word.
The scene drew plenty of attention.
But since it was the Bells causing the scene, nobody dared to step in.
Tilda watched the whole drunken chaos.
She just stared, speechless.
Great, she ran into him again.
Ugh, terrible luck.
She decided to just ignore him.
Preston sobered up slightly..
His gaze swept the room and locked on Tilda.
“Damn it… Tilda, why are you stuck in my head? Go away!”
His face flushed. Preston wiped his mouth, muttering drunken nonsense.
No way! I won’t admit it!
He was supposed to hate Tilda–nothing but hate.
Why couldn’t he forget her?
He’d always loved Kyla. Always.
Tonight, Preston was drowning his sorrows at Nightingale Bar.
First, it was because of Rebecca.
19:42 Mon, Sep 29
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