?Chapter 369:


    Seated on the dining table with my legs spread, I helplessly allowed him to thrust into me. To my surprise, his movements were far gentler than usual.


    I stared at Bryan in astonishment. He had always been rough and self-centered in our encounters, driven solely by his own pleasure. But now, he seemed unusually considerate of my body.


    As his thrusts grew steady and rhythmic, I braced myself against the dining table, my breasts swaying with each movement. Noticing the distance between us, Bryan pulled me closer, pressing me against his shoulder.


    I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling my heartbeat steady, and let my moans flow freely.


    Makenna’s POV:


    After the night’s passion had ended, the grand dining table bore the stains of our shared intimacy.


    Feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me, I wanted nothing more than to retreat to my quarters. However, Bryan had other ns. He insisted I consume a significant amount of tonics before finally arranging for someone to escort me back, his satisfaction evident.


    Upon returning home, I was greeted by the sight of Lily emerging from my room.


    Her initial surprise quickly faded as she offered me a warm smile.


    “Oh, Makenna. The day is so lovely that I decided to tidy up your room and air it out a bit,” she said with a gentle tone.


    I stepped into my room and indeed found it spotless. With a resigned frown, I took her hand gently and said, “Lily, you don’t need to go through all this trouble. To me, you’re always a friend, not a mere servant.”


    Her eyes softened, touched by my words.


    Our moment was abruptly interrupted by a series of urgent knocks on the door.


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    Both Lily and I descended the stairs, and upon opening the door, we were met with the sight of the servants from all three princes, standing at attention.


    Why were the three princes sending their servants here all at once? “What are you doing here?” I asked, confusion evident in my voice.


    Bryan’s servant stepped forward first, holding a beautifully crafted gift box with great respect. “Miss Dunn, on Prince Bryan’s orders, I am here to deliver this dress to you.”


    ncing at the other two servants, I noticed they too carried exquisite gift boxes, realizing that each prince was likely sending their own present.


    “Thanks for the princes’ kindness, but—” I started to refuse but was cut off.


    Dominic’s servant cast a scornful nce at Bryan’s servant before stepping forward with a flourish, presenting his gift box with an air of superiority. “Miss Dunn, this evening gown was custom-made for you by Prince Dominic, designed by the royal tailor himself. It’s truly one of a kind.”


    yton’s servant, not to be outdone, pushed his box forward with a derisive snort. “Humph. That’s nothing to write home about. This dress, chosen by Prince yton himself, is made from the finest silk with top-notch craftsmanship. Miss Dunn, it will not only tter your figure but also provide unmatchedfort.”


    Bryan’s servant sneered disdainfully and proudly showcased his offering. “The dress that will truly highlight Miss Dunn’s elegance is undoubtedly the one from Prince Bryan. Those other so-called dresses hardly fit someone of Miss Dunn’s stature.”


    The three servants exchanged sneers, each extolling the virtues of their respective princes’ gifts.


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