Chapter 635
Chapter 635:
Mentioning Makenna stirred an inexplicable irritation within me, a spark of restlessness that refused to die down. Lately, her temper had been flaring like a storm over calm waters, and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what had gotten into her. She was well aware that my feelings for Evelyn were nothing more than gratitude, so why was she so upset? I found myself at a loss, unable to unravel the tangle of her thoughts.
Feeling the need to settle my unease, I casually sank into a chair in the ward. Evelyn, Makenna’s trainer, stood across from me, a figure of poise and composure. If anyone had insight into Makenna’s mind, surely it was her. With that thought, I asked, “Do you have any idea what’s been going on with Makenna?”
Evelyn tilted her head slightly, her expression thoughtful as though sifting through her words with care. After a moment’s pause, she replied softly, “Your Highness, I think Makenna is simply jealous. She probably cares about you more deeply than she dares to admit and struggles with the thought of sharing your affections.”
Her words lifted an unseen weight off my chest, like a veil of shadow torn away by a sudden shaft of sunlight. So, Makenna cared about me. Had I been too harsh with her at the hospital entrance earlier? A pang of regret rippled through me, an uninvited guest stirring my conscience for losing my temper so carelessly.
“No, I need to go and explain things to her,” I declared, springing to my feet.
Evelyn, quick as a breeze, extended her hand and grabbed my arm to stop me. “Your Highness, please, don’t rush.”
The touch was unwelcome—something I rarely tolerated from anyone except Makenna. Instinctively, I brushed her hand away, fixing her with a cold stare that demanded an explanation.
A flicker of apology danced in Evelyn’s eyes as she continued, “If Makenna keeps letting jealousy consume her, it could drive a wedge between you two.”
“A wedge?” I echoed, my confusion evident as I sank back into my seat. “Why would that happen?”
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Evelyn’s tone turned gentle, almost instructive. “Think about it. If her jealousy flares up every time another woman appears near you, no matter the circumstances, it will lead to frequent arguments. Small quarrels have a way of festering into larger conflicts, and before you know it, distance replaces the closeness you once shared.”
Her reasoning hit home, each word sharp and clear as a bell in the still air. Troubled, I asked, “What should I do then?”
Evelyn tilted her head thoughtfully, a small, knowing smile curving her lips. “Perhaps it would help to give her some space. Sometimes, stepping back allows feelings to settle and reason to return.”
“But what if Makenna never comes around?” I pressed, worry knitting my brow tighter.
Evelyn hesitated before responding. “As the sex slaves’ trainer, it is my duty to guide her, to help her understand. Once she recovers, I’ll have a word with her. For now, Your Highness, I think you should trust that she’ll come to terms with things.”
Her words tugged at a nerve. I wanted to tell her outright that Makenna was different, that she wasn’t like the other sex slaves Evelyn had trained. But before I could voice my thoughts, Evelyn smoothly shifted the conversation.
“By the way, Your Highness, why did you come to see me today?”
Her question snapped me back to the moment, reminding me of my purpose here. Aside from checking on her recovery, I had something more pressing to convey. Clearing my throat, I straightened in my seat and spoke deliberately.
“Father has learned of your bravery and your selflessness in saving others. He wishes to reward you, hoping your actions will inspire others to follow your example. Is there anything you would like as a reward?”
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