Chapter 247
Chapter 247:
With a nostalgic grin, I rubbed my hands together and easily hoisted myself onto the tree.
But just as I was getting comfortable, my foot slipped, and I found myself plummeting back down.
“Ah!”
I let out a startled scream, bracing for the painful impact. But instead of hitting the ground, I landed in something warm and solid—someone’s arms.
“Are you alright?”
A soft chuckle followed by a warm, gentle voice whispered in my ear.
Heart pounding, I cautiously opened my eyes, only to discover that I had fallen right into Clayton’s arms.
Mortification quickly replaced my surprise as I realized he had witnessed my less-than-ladylike antics. I scrambled out of his embrace, my face burning with embarrassment. “Your Highness, what are you doing here?”
Clayton, however, appeared completely unfazed by my ungraceful behavior. With his usual warm smile, he looked at me and said lightly, “I was just passing by. But I didn’t expect to see you up in a tree picking fruit.”
His calmness only deepened my embarrassment, and I desperately wished for a hole to crawl into. “Then… Did you see everything just now?”
Clayton nodded with sincerity, “Yes, I saw everything.”
I could feel my face heating up even more, as if I were about to spontaneously combust. Couldn’t he have pretended not to notice?
As I fumbled for a way to salvage the situation, Clayton mercifully changed the subject.
“Why are you here? I thought you had training today.”
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I scratched my head awkwardly. “I did, but then I was told Kristina wanted to see me. After leaving the detention center, I just thought I’d…”
Clayton looked at me with a teasing glint in his eye. “So you decided to skip class?”
“Uh…” I coughed awkwardly, touching my nose as I admitted sheepishly, “I’ll go back soon…”
Of all the days to skip class, I had to choose today, and to top it off, Clayton had caught me. And he’d seen me make a complete fool of myself. Could this get any worse?
Regret washed over me. If I’d known this would happen, I would’ve stayed in class.
But Clayton didn’t seem the least bit bothered. Instead, he smiled softly and suggested, “Since you’re already here, why don’t we take a walk together?”
Makenna’s POV:
I readily agreed, taking Clayton’s hand as we strolled through the garden. The warmth of his touch was both comforting and steady, making the moment feel almost surreal.
I offered him some of the fruit I had just picked, taking a bite myself. The sweetness burst in my mouth, and I couldn’t help but squint my eyes in contentment as we walked, lost in easy conversation.
After a while, Clayton brought up the topic of Kristina.
“Kristina’s actions have sealed her fate. She’ll likely spend the rest of her life in jail. She won’t trouble you anymore.”
Though I had already anticipated this, hearing it from Clayton brought a sense of justice. “She deserves it. Someone like her should pay for her crimes!”
My voice must have sounded more passionate than I realized because Clayton chuckled, ruffling my hair in that familiar, affectionate way. “You’re right.”
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