Chapter 295

Chapter 295:

Although unsure of what was happening, I followed the servant’s instructions. Slowly, I undressed and carefully stepped into the warm water, my bare feet sinking into the soothing depths.

The heat enveloped my weary body, and every inch of my skin was comforted by the warmth. Gradually, my tense nerves relaxed, and I felt a deep sense of peace wash over me.

Just as I was fully immersed in this rare moment of comfort, I heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching from behind.

Makenna’s POV:

I was startled, my instinct urging me to seek refuge beneath the warm water of the hot spring.

But just as I was about to dive, a soothing voice reached my ears.

“Makenna, don’t be afraid. It’s me.”

This voice, which I recognized, calmed me down like a spring wind. It was Clayton’s.

I let out a sigh of relief and turned around to see Clayton approaching, bathed in the moonlight, his figure glowing with an ethereal silver sheen. He looked every bit the celestial being.

“Is the hot spring comfortable?” Clayton’s voice was soft and laced with concern.

I nodded, my cheeks flushing with a mix of warmth from the spring and the nervous flutter in my heart. Clayton’s smile was a balm to my soul, and his kindness made me feel even more bashful.

“I arranged this specially for you,” he said, his tone tender. “I hoped it would help you relax completely.” His thoughtful gesture warmed me from the inside out, but the weight of recent events made me uneasy once more.

With a hesitant glance, I gathered my courage and spoke in a low, almost hesitant murmur. “Your Highness, do you still blame me? About what happened at the bar…” My voice dwindled to a whisper; I was anxious about broaching a topic that might still sting.

Clayton reached out and gently brushed my hair, his touch both comforting and reassuring. “Silly girl, how could I blame you? I understand that you had no choice.” His smile was as warm as ever, like sunlight melting away the frost.

I stood there, momentarily stunned, and mumbled, “But you left in anger that day. I went to your house many times to see you afterward, but you were nowhere to be seen…”

I had feared he didn’t want to see me anymore and had feigned absence to drive me away.

Clayton sighed deeply. “I regretted my actions as soon as I left. I knew it wasn’t your fault. I returned to the bar to look for you, but you had already gone. The following days were consumed with urgent matters related to Dominic’s actions, which kept me away from the palace. I didn’t realize you had come looking for me.”

Clayton’s earnest explanation seemed to soothe my worries, his sincerity a balm to my troubled heart.

I hadn’t expected such unwavering trust from Clayton, but I…

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I found myself sobbing, “Thank you. Thank you for believing in me.”

Clayton’s lips curled into a tender smile, his voice gentle yet firm. “Silly girl, I know you well. I could never believe you would act otherwise.”

His words broke through my defenses, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

I choked out, “But, ultimately, it’s my fault. I should return the token to you. I don’t want to be used by others or become a pawn, and I don’t want to cause you any more hurt.”

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