?Chapter 103:


    Makenna’s POV:


    “Your… Your Highness…”


    The words slipped out in a haze as yton’s sudden presence took me by surprise.


    Confusion clouded my thoughts, and I was flustered. Why was he standing at my doorstep? Did he see Dominic kiss me earlier?


    The thought made me panic.


    Before I could gather my thoughts, Dominic’s voice rang out from his car.


    Lowering the window, he shed a subtle smile andplimented, “I loved your performance today. I’ll see you again soon.”


    With that, he revved the engine and drove off.


    It took me a moment, but I soon realized Dominic had purposely kissed me and said those confusing words after spotting yton.


    It was simr to the banquet scene, where Dominic deliberately hinted to others that he and I had been intimate.


    Anger built up inside me as I tried to decipher what the bastard wanted from me.


    yton approached with a look of disappointment etched on his face. In a soft tone, he inquired, “You… Have you been with Dominic this whole time?”


    My words faltered as I opened my mouth to exin. I didn’t know what to say.


    What right did I have to exin? As nothing more than a sex ve, I had no choice but toply with whichever prince desired me.


    Overwhelmed by my situation, I felt a wave of frustration. I lowered my head, unable to bring myself to talk to yton directly about Dominic. Instead, I changed the topic. “Why are you here, Your Highness?”


    yton smiled at me, seemingly having mixed feelings. “I was worried that Bryan might trouble you after the banquet, so I went to the training room to find you. When you weren’t there, I came here to check on you.”


    His concern caught me off guard and touched me deeply. I didn’t expect a man like yton to show me such care.


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    However, thinking about what I had just done with Dominic, I felt a pang of guilt and embarrassment.


    Struggling to find the right words, I finally managed to say, “Thank you, Your Highness.”


    I was grateful not just for his interventionst night but also for keeping my safety in his mind.


    yton nodded with a smile. “Okay. I’m relieved you’re safe. I must get going now.”


    As he started to leave, a sense of loss gripped me, and without thinking, I reached out and caught his sleeve.


    “Your Highness…”


    He halted and turned back. “Yes? Is there something else?” he asked softly.


    As I met his gentle gaze, I realized my grip might have seemed forward. I quickly released his sleeve and stammered an apology.


    “No—nothing, I’m sorry.”


    For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw a shadow of disappointment cross yton’s eyes.


    He muttered, “Take some rest.” Then, he turned and left.


    Distraught, I wandered back into my house. I copsed onto the sofa, feeling utterly drained. The look on yton’s face before he left haunted me, reying continuously in my mind.


    His eyes seemed to hold a mix of longing and lingering affection.


    As I dwelled on his expression, a daring thought struck me.


    yton… Could it be possible that he had feelings for me?


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