Chapter 322

Chapter 322:

But despite my words, my gaze drifted between Bryan, Dominic, and Clayton, as if my heart couldn’t help but weigh the possibilities.

Finally, my eyes settled on Clayton’s kind, serene profile.

Though I deeply appreciated Bryan and Dominic’s help this time, if forced to choose, I knew my heart would always gravitate toward Clayton.

While chatting with Alice, I finished packing, but before we could leave, Amon rushed in, looking tense.

He bowed respectfully to Bryan and the other princes before delivering his report.

“I’ve locked up Frank and his wife,” Amon began, his brow furrowed. “But despite the interrogation, there’s still not enough evidence to charge Jessica with attempted murder of Miss Dunn.”

I felt a deep frown form on my face.

Jessica wasn’t foolish. She would’ve destroyed any evidence immediately.

Still, it didn’t mean I was out of moves. I smiled as I approached Amon and whispered something into his ear.

Whatever I said must’ve intrigued him because he blinked in surprise before nodding eagerly.

“Understood, Miss Dunn. I’ll handle it just as you said.” Amon gave another polite nod to Bryan and the other princes before hastily leaving.

Bryan’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he stared at me, curiosity practically dripping from his words. “What did you whisper to Amon, Makenna?”

I offered him a sly smile and answered breezily, “That’ll stay my little secret for now.”

When we finally returned to my residence in the palace, Dominic and Clayton seemed ready to leave, but Bryan didn’t budge.

“Weren’t you going to treat us to a meal? It’s the perfect time to repay the favor,” Bryan said, his gaze fixed on me, refusing to blink as if daring me to refuse.

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Hearing this, both Dominic and Clayton, who were about to step out, stopped in their tracks.

Dominic turned back, his smirk deepening as he locked eyes with me. “I almost forgot,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “Makenna, are you planning to go back on your word?”

Clayton, in contrast, looked at me with concern, his gaze soft and understanding. He smiled, gently cutting through the tension. “Makenna’s just recovered from a serious illness. She’s still weak. It wouldn’t be fair to make her cook right now.” I shot him a grateful look. If these two were half as considerate as Clayton, I wouldn’t find them nearly as annoying.

But it seemed my glance toward Clayton irked Bryan. His eyes narrowed, and with a dismissive snort, he said, “After taking such a rare antidote, could she really still be that weak?” Dominic, however, didn’t press the matter further, nor did he leave. His deep eyes stayed fixed on me, waiting for my decision.

I had to pay them back for saving my life; besides, it was just cooking a meal.

I sighed. “You’re right, Your Highness. I owe you all. I’ll prepare the meal.”

Just then, Lily came bounding down the stairs, her face lighting up when she saw me. “Makenna! You’re finally back! I was so worried!”

Her warmth made me smile. “Lily,” I said, “the three princes will be joining us for dinner. We might not have enough ingredients. Could you go to the kitchen steward and bring back some fresh vegetables?”

“Of course!” Lily chirped, her excitement clear as she hurried out the door.

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