?Chapter 340:


    As I watched him, my thoughts drifted to the vague memories of the previous night.


    Who had been with me in that hazy memory?


    Though the details were blurred, I thought I had seen Bryan’s figure in the foggy recollection. When I woke up, my body was sore, leading me to suspect that the man I was with might have been Bryan.


    Summoning my courage, I asked tentatively, “By the way, Your…”


    Highness, what were you doing after getting drunkst night?”


    Bryan’s fork paused mid-air, and his expression turned uneasy. “Oh, well, I had too much to drink. I can’t remember exactly what I did,” he mumbled.


    His vague response was unlike Bryan, making me even more suspicious. My intuition told me something was amiss.


    If it were him, he would have confessed outright, unless… unless something had happened that he wasn’t ready to admit.


    Suddenly, the previous night’s conversation came back to me. It seemed… it seemed like there might have been more than one person involved.


    My heart raced. Staring at his blue eyes, I pressed further. “Your Highness, do you really not remember anything fromst night?”


    “I really don’t remember,” Bryan stuttered, growing increasingly ufortable. He nced around, avoiding eye contact.


    I pressed on, asking, “You slept in the guest roomst night. Did you really not leave it?”


    “Ahem…” Bryan choked slightly, putting down his fork. “Actually, I just remembered I have something urgent to take care of. I need to leave now.”


    Without another word, Bryan hurriedly left the house. I stared at the unfinished bowl of noodles, a heavy feeling sinking in my chest.


    The heat of the noodles blurred my vision, and I felt utterly bewildered.


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    Could there really have been another man involvedst night?


    Who could it be?


    Dominic? yton? Or someone else entirely?


    This uncertainty left me restless as I quickly retreated to my room, determined to find any clues.


    I searched the bed meticulously.


    Finally, I discovered a distinct golden hair tangled in the wrinkles of the bed sheet. It was undeniably Bryan’s.


    I continued my search until I came across another hair—this one was ck, exactly matching Dominic’s.


    Holding both strands of hair, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. I copsed onto the bed, my thoughts in a whirl. Had I really been with both of them at the same timest night?


    Makenna’s POV:


    The very idea that I had shared a bed with both Bryan and Dominic at the same time nearly choked me with its absurdity. It felt so preposterous that it was almost as if reality itself was mocking me.


    During the training the following day, my mind was still tangled in this absurdity. It was so surreal that I couldn’t shake the feeling of disbelief.


    Alice noticed my distracted demeanor and approached me with concern. “Makenna, you seem off today. Are you feeling alright?” she asked.


    “I’m fine,” I replied, forcing a smile that barely masked my bitterness. “Maybe I just need more rest.”


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