Chapter 1310
Chapter 1310:
Jett appeared momentarily stunned, as if my question had struck him like an unexpected blow.
After what felt like an eternity of silence, he released a soft chuckle that seemed to carry the weight of unspoken sorrows, then reached out to brush a wayward strand of hair from my face. The gesture carried such intimate familiarity that every instinct screamed for me to retreat, yet I found myself magnetically drawn to the warmth radiating from his palm.
“We… we’re mates, Makenna,” he breathed, his voice barely rising above a whisper, fragile as morning mist. “You’re the woman I love most in this world.”
“What?” The word escaped me in a strangled gasp as I stared at him in complete shock, my utensils tumbling from nerveless fingers to clatter against the table.
Jett’s gaze darkened for a moment before softening again. “Some time ago, you expressed a desire to venture out and explore the world beyond these walls. But fate was cruel—you encountered bandits in the mountain passes. I searched everywhere for you… I feared I’d lost you forever…”
Before my mind could fully absorb this earth-shattering revelation, he drew me into his embrace with tenderness. His arms encircled me with unwavering strength, his heart hammering so violently that I felt each thunderous beat resonating through my chest.
“Makenna, I won’t allow you to slip away from me again,” he murmured against my hair, his voice muffled yet trembling with barely contained emotion. “Never again…”
The way Jett gazed at me overflowed with such profound affection, painted with the desperate joy of a man who had just reclaimed a treasure he had believed lost to the void forever. Surely, every word that spilled from his lips must be truth incarnate, right?
“Okay,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I tentatively wound my arms around his waist, feeling as though I was crossing an invisible threshold.
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The instant my arms found their place around him, something powerful and primal seemed to awaken within him. He immediately drew me closer, settling his chin atop my head while his breathing became ragged and unsteady.
Throughout that endless night, Jett maintained his vigil beside my bed, a silent guardian watching over my vulnerable form. I descended into deep, dreamless sleep.
When dawn’s first light coaxed me from slumber the following morning, I found the room stripped of all presence save my own. The servants, alert to my stirring, rushed into the room to assist me with my morning preparations.
“Where has Jett—”
“gone?” I inquired, surrendering to their gentle ministrations as they worked a comb through my tangled hair.
“Prince Jett received an urgent summons from His Majesty,” an elder servant responded with practiced deference. “Please don’t concern yourself. He should return before the day grows old.”
I acknowledged her words with a quiet nod and allowed the servants to escort me to the dining room. An elaborate breakfast spread awaited me, steam still rising from the freshly prepared dishes like morning mist.
I settled into my chair and consumed the meal with mechanical precision, though every morsel turned to ash upon my tongue. In Jett’s absence, the entire villa seemed hollow, as if even the golden sunlight streaming through the windows had been stripped of its warmth and vitality.
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