Chapter 581
Chapter 581:
The thought of Makenna’s despair upon discovering this filled me with immense pleasure.
Makenna’s POV:
I trudged back to my house, exhausted. The moment I entered, I noticed Evie busily tidying up. At the sound of the door, she looked up, her face immediately showing worry when she saw me.
“Makenna, you didn’t come back last night. What happened?”
Memories of the intense events from the night before made me blush. I quickly changed the subject.
“Nothing… nothing at all. Evie, could you get some ingredients ready?”
“Why do you need ingredients?” she asked, confused. “Just let me know what you’re hungry for, and I’ll make it.”
I bit my lip, gathering my thoughts. “Prince Clayton is locked up, and his fate is uncertain. I need to free him soon. So, I plan to cook for Prince Dominic and Prince Bryan, hoping they will help in rescuing Prince Clayton.”
Evie’s eyes widened in shock. “Makenna, are you really going to plead with the other princes for Prince Clayton’s sake?”
“I have no power. Asking for their help is the only choice I have,” I admitted with a rueful laugh, feeling resigned.
Evie’s gaze softened with compassion. “You’ve endured a lot, Makenna. I’ll help you with the cooking later, so you don’t have to wear yourself out.”
“Thanks, Evie,” I replied gratefully. Her presence lifted my spirits.
She smiled reassuringly and began to gather the necessary ingredients for cooking. Together, we quickly put together an elaborate meal.
Evie then left to invite Bryan and Dominic, while I remained at the dining table, waiting nervously for their arrival. My heart was restless, questioning whether they would truly be willing to help. Still, I was determined to do whatever it took to save Clayton.
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Soon, the sound of firm footsteps approached from outside, causing my heart to race. They were here.
Bryan and Dominic walked into the house one after the other. Bryan, ever the epitome of pride, strutted over and took a seat next to me.
Dominic, whose injuries had mostly healed thanks to my breast milk, looked much healthier now. He glanced at Bryan with disdain before settling on my other side.
Once seated, Bryan tilted his head, eyeing me curiously. “Why the sudden feast? What’s your motive?”
“Is the world coming to an end? You actually prepared a meal for us,” Dominic remarked in a playful tone, equally surprised. “Do you want a favor from us?”
I nearly responded sharply, but the thought of Clayton made me hold my tongue. Instead, I offered them a forced but pleasant smile. “I just wanted to share a meal with you. Please enjoy the dishes that Evie and I made with great care.”
I then picked up a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass. Their surprise only deepened.
Bryan swirled his wine and looked at me sarcastically. “You haven’t laced this with poison, have you?”
His comment was exasperating! Frustrated, I grabbed the glass from Bryan’s hand and exclaimed, “If you don’t want to drink it, then don’t. I might as well pour it down the drain!”
Bryan chuckled, collected the glass back from me, and gulped it in one go. “What’s the worst that could happen, even if it is poisoned? You think I’d be scared?” he teased, grinning mischievously.
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