Chapter 691

Chapter 691:

Relief washed over me like a tide retreating after a storm. I hadn’t expected her to agree so readily, and the weight I’d been carrying vanished instantly.

Rosaline’s smile widened as she added, “Rest assured, Miss Dunn, the child will be cared for as if he were my own. You’re welcome to visit him whenever your heart desires.”

Emotion swelled in my chest, and my voice wavered as I thanked her. “Mrs. Hampton, I can’t tell you how much this means. Thank you, truly.”

But I couldn’t ignore the reality of Rosaline’s situation. Given her age and her work in the laundry room, I resolved to find her something less taxing. She deserved comfort, not struggle.

With the child’s future secured, I turned to Evie and said, “Take today off, Evie, and spend some quality time with your grandmother. You both deserve it.”

Evie’s eyes sparkled like sunlight on a calm lake. She threw her arms around me, her joy infectious. “Makenna, you’re amazing! Thank you so much.”

After bidding them farewell, I stepped out of the courtyard.

But as I approached the gate, my steps faltered. There, standing tall and resolute like a marble statue, was Clayton. His presence sent an unexpected shiver down my spine.

Makenna’s POV:

The memory of the sex slave in the training room with a smug smile came rushing back to me when I saw Clayton. I bit my lip in an attempt to keep my emotions in check.

Desperate to leave and escape his gaze, I quickened my pace.

Clayton, however, caught up with me and grabbed my arm.

“Are you going to pretend you didn’t see me, Makenna?” he asked, his voice tinged with sadness.

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I sighed and then looked up at the handsome man before me.

I really loved Clayton. Although all three princes had been with other women, my reaction to him was the strongest because I just couldn’t bear the thought of him with another woman. That was why I couldn’t face him.

I forcefully pulled my arm away and asked indifferently, “What are you doing here, Your Highness?”

“I came here because of you,” Clayton said, staring intently at me.

A whirlpool of emotions stirred within me upon hearing this. I, however, didn’t meet his gaze. Coldly, I asked, “What can I do for you, Your Highness?”

“I heard you went out with Dominic today,” Clayton said. There was a flicker of pain in his eyes.

I wanted to explain to him, but my words caught in my throat. What good would explaining do anyway? It wasn’t like Clayton and I could ever go back to how we used to be.

Still retaining my mask of indifference, I said, “That’s none of your business.”

I then attempted to walk away. Before I knew it, Clayton had pulled me into his embrace.

This unexpected action startled me, and for a moment I forgot to struggle.

Clayton buried his head in the crook of my neck and whispered, “Why, Makenna? Why do you forgive Dominic but refuse to forgive me?”

I finally began struggling. I pushed hard against his chest, saying, “Let go of me!”

Clayton, however, didn’t seem to hear me and wrapped me even tighter. I could barely move.

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