Chapter 226

Chapter 226:

Holding the token, I felt a mix of awe and gratitude, unsure of how to respond.

I was deeply moved.

I had only hoped for his assistance in leaving the palace once, yet he had granted me a token that symbolized unrestricted access.

From what I knew, such a token was a mark of trust, given only to those close to the token’s owner. Carrying it meant representing the identity of the token’s owner, and it could lead to complications.

Makenna’s POV:

“Your Highness… I…” Words failed me, and all I could muster was a heartfelt, “Thank you. I’m so grateful for all you’ve done for me.”

Clayton’s trust began to gently melt my guarded heart. He was exceptionally considerate. Sensing my discomfort and mixed emotions, he drew me closer. His voice was gentle yet firm. “Makenna, whatever your plans are, I will be there to back you up.”

I gazed into his sincere eyes, which seemed to deepen with emotion.

He moved closer, gently raised my chin, and kissed me firmly.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment. It was only when I was with him that I felt willing to do this.

His hand cradled my head, tilting it to deepen our kiss. His tongue skillfully caressed my lips.

I opened up, letting his tongue gently graze the roof of my mouth. My senses were overwhelmed by his taste, and I felt my lower back slowly give way. Clayton wrapped his arm securely around my waist and effortlessly lifted me horizontally.

In his arms, he kissed me passionately as he carried me back to the bedroom.

Once there, he carefully placed me on the bed and began to remove my clothes with practiced ease.

A mix of happiness and nervousness washed over me. I timidly started to help him remove his clothes. My hands trembled so much that I fumbled with his buttons.

“Silly girl,” Clayton said with a chuckle, kissing me again. Together, we surrendered to a deeply pleasurable lovemaking on his bed.

Reflecting on those moments made me blush again. Clayton stood out from the others. Each time we were together was nothing short of delightful.

(End of Flashback)

“Makenna? Makenna! Why are you spacing out again?” Alice waved her hand in front of my face and then teased with a knowing smirk. “You’re not daydreaming about Prince Clayton, are you?”

“Absolutely not!” I blushed reflexively, dismissing her question.

But Alice pressed on, her face gleaming with curiosity. “I mean, it seems like Prince Clayton really has a soft spot for you. While the other princes seem intimidating, he actually gave you his token!”

Her words deepened my blush, stirring a mix of embarrassment and a joy I couldn’t quite define. I quickly interjected, “Stop it, Alice. Prince Clayton was just being nice. He’s not someone I should be fantasizing about.” I was trying to convince Alice as much as I was trying to convince myself.

I should avoid having any inappropriate thoughts about Clayton—I was just a sex slave, after all, and a normal future with him was out of the question.

This realization dampened my spirits.

I kept telling myself not to dwell on it, not to…

But despite my efforts to calm my heart, it was in total upheaval.

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