?Chapter 63:


    Makenna’s POV:


    My heart began to race as I quickened my pace toward yton, who greeted me with a gentle smile. His charm was so overwhelming that I found myself momentarily breathless. Feeling a bit shy, I asked, “Your Highness, what brings you here?”


    yton lifted a small bag with a warm smile. “I came to return your clothes.”


    I blinked in confusion, not immediately understanding. “My clothes?”


    He chuckled softly, as if amused by my forgetfulness. “Remember when you faintedst time? You changed out of your clothes at my ce. I’ve kept them since then.”


    Realization dawned on me, followed by a wave of embarrassment. The memory of that day was still vivid—how utterly broken I had felt after leaving Bryan’s vi, only to stumble into yton’s presence.


    Desperate to change the subject, I stammered, “I remember now, but I thought they were ruined. You didn’t have to go through the trouble.”


    yton smiled, handing me the bag. “They’ve been cleaned and repaired. Take a look.”


    Surprised, I opened the bag and inspected the clothes. The torn fabric had been expertly mended, with no sign of the previous damage. Whoever had done the work had taken great care.


    Touched by the gesture, I lowered my eyes and murmured, “Thank you so much, Your Highness.”


    In a pce full of hidden dangers, yton was the only one who had shown me kindness. His presence brought a rare sense of warmth.


    After a brief hesitation, I nervously asked, “Your Highness, would you like to stay for some coffee?”


    yton smiled, and I led him inside, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. As he looked around, he nodded approvingly. “It’s a cozy ce,” he remarked.


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    I smiled shyly, inviting him to sit on the sofa while I poured him a ss of water. My hands trembled slightly as I did so.


    When I handed the ss to yton, our fingers brushed lightly. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through me, and my cheeks flushed a deep red. I looked up and met his gentle gaze, which felt as serene as a springtimeke.


    For a moment, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of us. yton’s face, still wearing that soft smile, inched closer to mine. But just as the moment hung in the air, my stomach let out a loud growl.


    Mortified, I quickly stepped back, covering my belly. It was just too embarrassing. I wished the floor would swallow me whole.


    yton, however, onlyughed softly. “Are you hungry?”


    I nodded sheepishly. The training session had been long, and I hadn’t eaten anything all day. My hunger had finally caught up with me.


    Without missing a beat, yton made his way to the kitchen, casually opening the fridge and scanning its contents. “Why don’t you sit down and rx? I’ll cook something for us.”


    I stared at him, dumbfounded. “You can cook?”


    He turned to me with a yful wink. “Of course I can. Don’t believe me? Just wait outside the kitchen. The food will be ready in no time.”


    Still in a daze, I took a seat at the table, feeling a mixture of anticipation and disbelief. The idea of Prince yton, a member of the Lycan royal family, cooking for me was surreal.


    True to his word, yton was quick in the kitchen. In no time, he emerged with steaming bowls, cing them on the table. “Go ahead, try it. Let me know if you like it.”


    The aroma was mouthwatering. The broth was clear and fragrant, with perfectly fried eggs perched atop the noodles. My stomach rumbled in appreciation.


    I picked up my fork, staring at the bowl in awe.


    yton chuckled. “I thought you were hungry. Go on, give it a taste.”


    Snapping out of my reverie, I carefully took a bite. The noodles were delicious—far better than I had expected.


    My eyes lit up with delight. “This is amazing! You’re an incredible cook, Your Highness.”


    yton’s smile grew as he began to eat his own bowl with effortless elegance. “I’m d you like it. Make sure you finish it all.”


    I nodded, savoring each bite, but I couldn’t help stealing nces at him, curiosity gnawing at me.


    He was a prince—wasn’t he supposed to be waited on hand and foot? How had he learned to cook?


    I opened my mouth to ask but hesitated. His earlier enigmatic smile shed in my mind, and something told me he preferred to keep his past a mystery. So, instead of prying, I focused on my noodles, letting the questions remain unspoken.


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