?Chapter 284:


    I blinked and took a closer look, and to my surprise, it was Frank. I stood there, stunned.


    It was the middle of the night—what was Frank doing here?


    Despite recognizing him, I didn’t lower my guard. I kept the kettle in front of me like a shield and asked warily, “Frank, why are you here?”


    Frank rubbed his head awkwardly, irritation creeping into his voice as he exined, “I heard you were staying in this room, so I came to see you.”


    He came to see me? Since when were we on such good terms that he needed to check in on me?


    There was no way he hade without some ulterior motive.


    I scoffed, my suspicion deepening as I squinted at him.


    “Cut the nonsense and tell me what you’re really after. If you’re lying, I won’t hesitate to call for help.”


    “Wait, wait. I’ve got something important to tell you,” Frank blurted. With a sad look on his face, he added, “Makenna, I’ve always regretted…” Regretted what?


    I frowned, cutting him off impatiently. “Stop with the riddles and get to the point.”


    Frank’s tone grew more serious, his words heavy with emotion. “Makenna, I’ve been doing a lot of thinkingtely, and I’ve realized that you’re the one who truly matters to me. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. That night at the bar made me certain that I want to be with you again.”


    His eyes softened with what he probably thought was affection as he reached out, tentatively trying to take my hand.


    “Get lost!” I snarled, swinging the kettle at him without hesitation.


    Frank barely dodged the blow, staring at me in shock. Clearly, he hadn’t expected such a violent reaction.


    “Stay away from me!” I spat coldly, without a hint of doubt in my voice. “There’s no future for us. You’d better stop making me sick with your nonsense!”


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    “Makenna, I really love you…”


    Frank continued, desperately trying to say sweet things, but his words bounced off me like raindrops on stone.


    As his futile efforts wore on, the friendly mask he’d worn began to slip, revealing a face twisted with frustration. His voice took on a bitter edge as he sneered, “You’ve changed since you entered the pce! You’ve be so shallow, always looking to please those above you.”


    His usations were the spark that set off the storm of anger I’d been holding back.


    “Well, at least I’m better than a piece of trash like you!” I scoffed, and with each word, my grip on the kettle tightened. It became more than a mere object in my hand; it was an outlet for the fury that had been building inside me. I swung it at him, again and again, until he was forced to flee.


    Frank scrambled away, clearly feeling humiliated, but he couldn’t resist throwing a parting shot over his shoulder. “Makenna, I won’t give up so easily.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    After driving Frank away, I heaved a sigh of relief. I could finally retreat to my room and copse into thefort of my bed.


    I turned back toward my room, already thinking about the sweet thought of sleep. I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me with a soft click.


    But as I spun around, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. Bryan was there—sprawled on my bed as if it was his room, a mischievous glint in his eyes.


    Bryan! When did hee into my room?


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