Chapter 382

Chapter 382:

I deliberately made my way into Makenna’s circle and soon identified a chink in her armor. Her maid, Lily, was a simpleton—how could she dare to harbor feelings for Prince Dominic? Yet, this weakness became an opportunity for me.

I began to weave my web, using every encounter with Lily to sow discord between her and Makenna. Jealousy began to fester in Lily’s mind, and her resentment toward Makenna grew palpable.

At the banquet, Lily approached me with the token that Clayton had given Makenna. “I took this from Makenna. Please keep this secret and don’t expose me,” Lily pleaded anxiously.

I accepted the token with a nod, though inwardly, I was grinning. Lily was nothing more than a pawn, easily manipulated.

The banquet was in full swing when I received shocking news—Makenna’s child was actually Prince Bryan’s! This revelation meant I might still have a chance to be with Clayton.

Watching Clayton from a corner of the banquet hall, I saw him drowning his sorrows in drink.

My heart raced with anticipation—my moment was finally at hand! As expected, Clayton soon succumbed to drunkenness. I quickly moved to support him, but he brusquely pushed me away, instructing a servant to take him home.

Unwilling to let the opportunity slip through my fingers, I quietly followed Clayton outside the banquet hall. The servant escorted him back to his residence, and the guards at the door were unusually vigilant. I approached, worried they might turn me away. To my surprise, because of the incident in the cemetery, I had become a favorite of the king, and even the guards treated me with respect.

“Are you here to see His Highness?” one of the guards asked with a respectful nod.

I nodded in response, preparing an excuse, but the guard’s gaze fell upon the token in my hand. Noticing my anxious demeanor, they assumed I had urgent business and allowed me to pass without further questions.

I found Clayton’s room and gently pushed open the door. He lay on the bed, mumbling Makenna’s name in his stupor. A wave of jealousy surged within me. Why could Makenna command such devotion from Clayton?

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I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Fortunately, I had come prepared. I had sprayed myself with Makenna’s signature perfume, obtained from Lily. The familiar scent filled the dim room as I crept closer to Clayton’s bed.

Under the influence of alcohol, Clayton’s eyes fluttered open, and he, mistaking me for Makenna, pulled me into his arms. His usually cold gaze softened with tenderness as he whispered, “Makenna, I miss you… Please don’t leave…”

He held me close, his words a testament to his longing and love for Makenna. My jealousy was a burning flame, yet I also felt a wicked triumph. This was my moment.

I reached out, my fingers tracing his face, unbuttoning his clothes, and caressing his skin in a seductive dance. I had expected to spend the night with Clayton, but to my utter frustration, he suddenly halted. His eyes, momentarily clear, focused on me.

“Makenna, you’re…”

“Pregnant. I’m drunk, and I don’t want to hurt you tonight. I just want to hold you,” he said softly.

Clayton simply held me, offering nothing more. Damn it! All my scheming had come to naught! I continued to pull out every trick in the book to seduce him, but he remained resolute, his intoxicated state unable to be swayed. Eventually, the alcohol took its toll, and he sank into a deep sleep.

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