Chapter 535

Chapter 535:

I screamed in fright, frantically pulling the quilt over my naked body.

“She’s pregnant! How could you force her?” Clayton roared.

“Mind your own damn business,” Bryan sneered before lunging at Clayton with a swing of his fist.

Clayton dodged swiftly and delivered a sharp blow to Bryan’s neck.

In seconds, the room erupted into chaos as the two of them exchanged wild punches and kicks.

I sat frozen, watching them land blow after blow. I wanted to intervene but had no idea how.

Bryan, using the wall for leverage, launched himself at Clayton and delivered a powerful kick to his abdomen. The force sent Clayton staggering back with a groan.

My heart leapt to my throat. “Clayton!”

But Clayton quickly recovered, sweeping Bryan off his feet and sending him crashing to the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

They shattered everything in their path as they fought.

“Stop it! Stop fighting!” I screamed, my voice breaking.

Their fists halted mid-air, and both turned to me. Bryan stepped forward as if to speak, but I cut him off.

“Get out! I don’t want to see you!” I cried.

Bryan glared at me, unmoving.

“Haven’t you humiliated me enough today? What more do you want?” My voice trembled, heavy with anger and despair.

“Fine. I’m leaving,” Bryan said coldly, snatching up his jacket before storming out of the room.

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When he was gone, Clayton came to me and wrapped me gently in his arms. “Are you okay, Makenna?” he asked softly.

I shook my head, my voice a whisper. “Why did you come?”

“I wanted to visit you, but I never expected to witness… such a scene,” Clayton admitted.

He had seen Bryan force himself on me. Shame burned through me like fire.

I forced a bitter smile. “It must have been humiliating, seeing me like that.”

Clayton leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. His eyes, full of tenderness and love, met mine. “No. It’s my fault for letting you suffer through that,” he said quietly.

At his words, I broke down. I clung to him, sobbing into his shoulder as all my worries and fears spilled out uncontrollably. My tears soaked through his clothes, but he didn’t seem to notice. He only held me tighter.

Through my tears, I looked up at him. “What do I do, Your Highness? What do I do next?”

“I meant what I said before, Makenna. I want you to leave this place. I want to be with you forever,” Clayton replied, his gaze steady on mine.

I was stunned. “What about the child I’m carrying? I don’t want to abort this baby.”

“I will treat the child as my own,” Clayton said without hesitation.

I hadn’t expected him to go that far for me. Tears streamed down my face anew.

“But how can I leave the palace? Bryan would never allow it,” I sobbed.

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