Chapter 632

Chapter 632:

The kindness in her voice only deepened the ache of my guilt. The animosity I had once felt for her now seemed like a distant memory, a foolish misunderstanding. Shame wrapped itself around my heart. Biting my lip, I chastised myself for my petty grievances, for harboring thoughts that now seemed so small in comparison to the warmth Evelyn had shown me.

“Miss Nixon,” I said, my voice firm as I stepped closer. “I will always be grateful for your kindness. If you ever need anything, I will do everything in my power to help.”

Evelyn’s smile widened, and she waved me off, her voice light. “Alright then. Don’t be shy. Let me get you a glass of water.”

“No, please,” I quickly protested, flustered. “Don’t worry about me. You’re the one who needs rest. Let me do it.”

I hurried to the bedside table and reached for the water glass. But before I could grab it, Evelyn was already on her feet, stepping in front of me. Just as I touched the glass, she swiftly snatched it away, her hands a blur of motion. In that moment, water splashed out, spilling across the bed in a chaotic arc.

“Oops!” Evelyn’s voice rang out, startled by the mishap.

I stood there, momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events. Before I could gather my wits, a strong hand gripped my arm, pulling me backward. I stumbled, barely catching my balance, and found myself face-to-face with a tall, imposing figure.

Dominic.

His usual composed demeanor was shaken, a flicker of urgency in his eyes as he looked Evelyn over. “Are you alright? Did you get hurt?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

It took a moment for my mind to catch up, and when it did, I found myself torn between confusion and disappointment. My gaze flickered to Dominic, but it was clear his focus was entirely on Evelyn.

Then, as if suddenly aware of my presence, his eyes met mine. A quick glance at my wet hands softened his expression. He reached for my hand, his voice full of concern. “Makenna, did you get scalded?”

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Makenna’s POV:

A heavy cloud of disappointment settled over me as I withdrew my hand, shaking my head in quiet frustration at Dominic.

Evelyn, her voice gentle yet tinged with urgency, explained, “It’s entirely my fault. I meant to pour a glass of water for Makenna, but she worried about my health and insisted on doing it herself. In the end, the water got spilled.”

Hearing this, Dominic exhaled deeply, the tension in his features easing as his frown softened. His gaze shifted to me, and in a tone balanced between reprimand and fondness, he said, “You really should leave these things to the servants. Why do you always have to step in?”

As he spoke, his hand tousled my hair, undoing the careful arrangement I had worked on earlier. I turned my head aside in irritation, unwilling to let him glimpse the sting of disappointment etched across my face.

Dominic, oblivious to my feelings, chuckled softly. “You’re always so clumsy. This kind of thing just isn’t your forte.”

In the past, his teasing might have felt playful, even endearing. But today, his words struck me like jagged stones, leaving me hurt and humiliated.

Without thinking, I shook his hand off with a force that surprised even myself. “Yes!” I snapped, my voice rising against my will. “I’m not suited for this sort of thing. I just keep causing problems for everyone. Sorry for being such a nuisance! I’ll stop bothering you from now on.”

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