?Chapter 88:


    Makenna’s POV:


    Once we were in the car, I huddled into the seat, shivering uncontrobly.


    Bryan’s cruel words and violent actions reyed in my mind, fueling my panic.


    I couldn’t shake the fear that if yton hadn’t arrived in time, Bryan might have actually raped me in the garden.


    yton nced at me asionally while driving. “It’s alright, Makenna. I promise you’re safe now. Don’t be afraid,” he said softly.


    He yed calming music in the car, and his gentle voice began to soothe me, helping me regain my sense of calm.


    Before long, we pulled up in front of my house. yton parked the car and said, “We’re here. Let me walk you in.”


    I sniffled and nodded, but then a new wave of panic hit me. I suddenly remembered Bryan’s previous behavior.


    Bryan, the goddamned bastard, might show up at my ce again, just like before.


    He knew exactly what had happened in my home.


    Besides, he wouldn’t back down so easily today. What if he had broken into my home once more?


    I was disturbed by the idea. I was shaking so much that I didn’t want to get out of the car.


    Shaking with fear, I stammered, “Your Highness, can I stay at your ce tonight?”


    yton looked surprised by my request.


    I felt embarrassed but was too frightened to care. “I’m afraid Bryan might… after what happened,” I admitted, hoping he would understand.


    I clutched the sleeve of yton’s coat anxiously, waiting for his response.


    What if he refused?


    “Of course. I’ll take you to my vi,” yton said, a look of sympathy crossing his face. He agreed without hesitation.


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    Relief washed over me, and I thanked him softly through my tears. “Thank you so much, Your Highness.”


    “Don’t mention it,” yton said gently. “You’re always too polite.”


    I bit my lip, unable to say more.


    We soon arrived at yton’s house. As I got out of the car, my legs felt weak, and I nearly fell.


    yton was quick to help me. I tried to assure him I was fine, but he picked me up and carried me into his vi.


    I felt shy, but his presence wasforting, and my fear began to fade.


    yton carefully ced me on his sofa, covered me with a nket, and tucked me in.


    “Don’t be afraid,” he said in a tone as soothing as a gentle breeze. “You’re safe now.”


    I nodded, clutching the nket tightly. The softness of the sofa and the quiet of the house brought me a sense of peace.


    After a while, I finally calmed down. With a bittersweet smile, I said, “Thank you so much, Your Highness. You’ve seen me at my worst.”


    The thought of yton seeing me so vulnerable was disheartening, and I felt a pang of sadness.


    “You don’t have to be so formal with me,” yton said, his gaze serious. “I only feel sympathy for you, Makenna. You’re a respectable woman who doesn’t deserve such mistreatment.”


    His words brought fresh tears to my eyes. The sense of injustice overwhelmed me, and I cried out, as if trying to release all the pent-up fear and grief. Why did people treat me this way?


    I sobbed aloud while covering my cheeks, as though I needed to let out all of my suppressed fear in this way.


    yton moved closer, gently brushing my cheeks with his warm fingers, wiping away my tears with tender care.


    I looked up into his kind eyes. For a moment, I forgot to breathe, my heart racing.


    yton seemed equally affected, his gaze fixed on me. His fingers paused on my cheeks.


    After a pause, he spoke softly. “May I kiss you, Makenna?”


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