Chapter 692

Chapter 692:

“I won’t let you go. I can’t let you go. I’m afraid you’ll keep avoiding me again if I do,” Clayton whispered into my ear.

Realization dawned on me that Clayton wouldn’t release me unless I explained why I had gone out with Dominic again.

“I went out with Dominic today for a reason.”

I stopped struggling, took a deep breath, and began, “Dominic and I went to Antoni’s horse farm because…”

Clayton slowly let go of me as I explained, though he never removed his hands from my shoulders. When I finished my tale, he asked, “Is this true?”

“Why would I lie to you?” I retorted.

Upon hearing this, the melancholic expression on Clayton’s face was replaced with a joyful smile. I stood there, confused as to what he could possibly be happy about.

“What are you smiling about?” I asked.

Still smiling, he answered, “If you’re angry, then be angry with all three of us. You singling me out breaks my heart.”

He finished his words with a pitiful look, not much different from that of a neglected puppy, causing my resolve to waver.

I, however, warned myself not to be swayed by his act. Steeling myself, I said coldly, “I’ve already made it clear that we need to move on with our lives separately.”

“Would you reconsider if I could help Evie’s grandmother adopt that child?” Clayton asked, a hopeful expression on his face. “I could also find her a simple but well-paying job,” he added.

My eyes lit up at this. “Really?” I asked.

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“Yes. But on one condition,” Clayton replied with a sly grin.

Makenna’s POV:

What? Now even Clayton had demands?

“Since when did you start acting like Dominic, who is always wanting something in return for a favor?” I asked with a frown.

Clayton, seeing how reluctant I was, reached out and ruffled my hair with a look of affection, saying, “I don’t want to make things difficult for you, Makenna. I just want you to spend a day with me. Just a day.”

“Is that all?” I asked, taken aback by how simple his request was. I really hadn’t been expecting it.

Clayton took my hand in his. His touch sent a warm flutter through my heart.

“I have missed you. I’ve felt empty these past few days without you. So do you agree to my proposal?”

I said nothing. However, Clayton’s words felt like a chisel, chipping slowly at my defenses.

“I can help as much as Clayton can,” a cold voice said from behind us.

I turned toward the voice and saw Bryan standing under a large tree not far away. There was a slight sneer on his lips.

Why was Bryan also here?

Meeting his eyes, the memory of our last unpleasant encounter in the hospital room came rushing back. Bryan walked over to us, his gaze fixed on me.

He glared challengingly at Clayton and then said, “You don’t need to worry yourself with anything involving Makenna, Clayton. I can help just as well.”

“Why are you here?” I asked irritably.

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