Chapter 383
Chapter 383:
Frustration surged through me. I could only manage to leave a few light kiss marks on Clayton’s skin and pinch my own neck to create red hickeys, fabricating the evidence of our supposed encounter.
End of Flashback
Reflecting on it all, I knew my plan had been meticulously crafted, yet I was left feeling utterly humiliated. For Clayton, I had sacrificed my dignity and reputation, only to be met with his indifference—all because of Makenna!
I hated that woman to the core. If not for her, how could I be so thoroughly disgraced?
A fierce resolve burned in my eyes. “Makenna, I will make you vanish from this world entirely! I will obliterate your existence from Clayton’s heart forever!” I muttered under my breath.
Makenna’s POV:
Gradually coming to, I opened my eyes to find Bryan’s and Dominic’s concerned faces looming over me.
Their anxious expressions softened as they saw me awake. Bryan leaned closer, his voice laced with worry. “You’re awake at last. How are you feeling?”
Despite the dull ache throbbing in my head, I managed a faint smile. “I’m… I’m alright. Don’t worry.”
As I spoke, I instinctively scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of Clayton’s familiar presence.
Unfortunately, besides Bryan, Dominic, and myself, the room was empty.
A wave of desolation washed over me like a chilling breeze.
Was Clayton not here?
With Molly now by his side, had he not even bothered to check on me?
Ł∆†€$Ŧ ¢ħ∆₽ŧ€Ř$ įŋ g𝒶l𝑛ovєl𝑠𝒸o𝓂
Noticing my somber mood, Bryan quickly picked up on something. His brows knitted together as he asked, his tone heavy, “Makenna, did Clayton hurt you or treat you badly?”
“No! That’s not it.” I shook my head quickly, not wanting Clayton to be blamed. “You’ve got it wrong. He didn’t hurt me. I just fainted, that’s all.”
I spoke vaguely, unwilling to go into details.
“Is that so?” Bryan’s eyes narrowed, his voice carrying a dangerous edge. “The doctor said you collapsed from emotional distress. Tell me what happened, and I’ll make sure they pay.”
“It’s truly nothing,” I insisted.
Despite Bryan’s persistent questioning, I kept my silence.
I knew him well enough to understand that if he discovered Clayton was involved, he would confront him with the fury of a storm.
Dominic then responded in a sarcastic tone, “Seems like someone is still hopelessly in love with Clayton, defending him even now.”
A twitch formed at the corner of my mouth; the someone he was referring to was undoubtedly me.
Hearing those words, Bryan’s face turned livid, his rage palpable.
“Dominic, get out!”
But Dominic wasn’t ready to back down. He scoffed, a cold smirk stretching across his face, clearly unwilling to leave.
Bryan’s patience seemed to snap like a taut wire. Rubbing his temples, he said with chilling finality, “Makenna is carrying my child. Her safety is no concern of yours. If you want a child, find another woman to bear it.”
.
.
.