Chapter 384
Chapter 384:
Dominic’s face darkened, his expression as grim as a stormy night. “What’s there to be proud of?” he spat, shooting Bryan a frosty glare before storming out, slamming the door behind him with a thunderous crash.
After Dominic left, Bryan struggled to contain his anger. He gently pinched my face, his voice a mix of reprimand and concern. “Makenna, do you have any idea how terrified I was? I thought I had lost you! I’ll arrange for someone to guard you around the clock to keep you safe.”
I sighed. “There’s no need, Your Highness. I’m really fine.”
A flicker of displeasure crossed Bryan’s face. He seemed about to launch into a scolding, but his gaze softened as it lingered on my tired, haggard face. Finally, he said, “Alright, but you must get proper rest. If anything like this happens again, I won’t let it slide.”
After adjusting my blanket, Bryan left the room. The sound of his footsteps gradually faded, leaving me alone in the vast, silent room. The air felt as though it had frozen; the only sound was my breathing.
As I stared blankly at the ceiling, tears blurred my vision. The thought of Clayton and Molly together, the memory of their intimacy, felt like a cruel twist of the knife. It was as if my heart had been torn out and soaked in a vat of bitter vinegar. Unable to hold back the tears any longer, I buried my face in my hands and sobbed.
A gentle knock at the door jolted me from my grief. Quickly wiping my tears with the back of my hand, I tried to sound composed. “Who’s there?”
Molly’s familiar voice answered softly, “It’s me, Molly. May I come in?”
Before I could respond, the door creaked open, and Molly stepped hesitantly into the room.
Makenna’s POV:
The moment my eyes landed on Molly, a torrent of painful memories surged through me, as though the wounds in my heart were being torn open anew. I gripped the blanket with desperate fervor, trying to keep my composure as I coldly instructed her, “Please leave; I don’t want to see you.”
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Molly remained at the doorway, unmoved. Her voice was earnest as she replied, “Makenna, I came here to explain.”
“Explain?” I couldn’t help but let out a sardonic laugh, muttering, “There’s nothing to explain. The prince can choose any woman he wants, and I have no right to interfere.”
Molly took a few steps closer, her expression a mix of innocence and grievance. “I never meant to become Clayton’s woman. He was drunk last night, he pulled me toward him, and wouldn’t let me go. That’s how the incident happened.”
Though Molly’s eyes seemed filled with sincerity, I struggled to believe her. The sight of the hickeys on her neck set my mind racing uncontrollably, replaying their wild moments from the previous night. I shut my eyes tightly, willing away the painful images. My hands gripped the blanket tighter, my nails digging into my palms as if to numb the ache in my heart.
“Leave. I don’t want to hear about what happened between you two.” My voice was as cold as ice, each word stabbing through me like a shard of frost.
Molly sighed resignedly. “Makenna, last night was truly an accident; please believe me.”
“Get out!” I could no longer bear it and barked out, the pain in my chest tightening like a vice.
Molly seemed taken aback by my outburst, standing there with a look of pitiful vulnerability. “Alright, I’ll leave. Please don’t be upset.”
Biting her lip as if recalling something, Molly slowly retrieved a delicate token from her sleeve and placed it on my bedside table. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Makenna, I also came to return this token.”
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