Chapter 1344
Chapter 1344:
His golden eyes clouded for a moment, a shadow of hurt passing through them before he cloaked it with a soft smile.
He cradled my face, his thumb grazing my cheek like a whisper of wind. “I’m Clayton Reeves,” he said, his voice dropping to a hushed confession. “The man who holds your heart.”
The man who held my heart?
My mind flickered to Jett’s warm, familiar smile, and without thinking, I murmured, “But… isn’t Jett the one I love most?”
Clayton’s fingers stilled for a heartbeat, but he quickly masked the pause with composure.
Instead of arguing, he eased me back onto the bed, tucking the blanket around me like a protective cocoon. “Rest now. Your memories will return when you’re ready.”
His movements were careful, handling me like fragile glass.
“Wait… how did I get here?” I glanced around, taking in the room’s elegant decor. This wasn’t the palace.
Clayton’s lips curved into a cryptic smile. “Dominic brought you here. We’re in a hotel just beyond the palace walls—safe, for now.”
Dominic…
The name unleashed a flood of memories from last night, crashing over me like a tempest. His searing touch, the commanding heat of his kiss, the raw intensity of our connection, and the fevered words he’d whispered against my skin…
My cheeks flamed.
But then, a jolt of clarity hit me. I threw off the blanket, scrambling to rise. “Jett must be out of his mind with worry! If he knows I’m gone, he’ll tear the city apart!”
Clayton seized my wrist in a swift, fluid motion, drawing me back into his embrace.
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“Makenna! Do you think I wasn’t out of my mind while you were gone? That I wasn’t falling apart? You can’t just disappear like that!”
I froze where I stood. His words were raw, torn from somewhere deep, each one trembling with anguish.
When I finally looked up, I met his golden eyes—shining with unshed tears, their edges rimmed with red, as if he were holding back the flood by sheer will. For a split second, a sharp pang gripped my heart.
Almost without thinking, my hand reached out, fingers threading gently through his hair. I stroked it softly, as if trying to soothe a wounded child. “I—”
But before I could finish, the door burst open with a bang.
Dominic filled the doorway, tall and imposing, his very presence demanding attention. His eyes narrowed like storm clouds brewing, sweeping over the scene with a look that could freeze fire.
“Are you serious right now?” he snapped, voice low and tight with disbelief as he stalked into the room. “This is what you’re doing? Flirting? Is this the right time for this?”
I jolted back as though burned, my cheeks blazing red.
Clayton, on the other hand, let out a soft chuckle, straightening with infuriating calm. His fingertips brushed my earlobe one last time before pulling away. “What’s a little flirting? You had Makenna to yourself last night, didn’t you?”
“Clayton!” Dominic’s jaw clenched, a vein visibly pulsing at his temple.
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