?Chapter 379:


    “Miss Dunn, His Highness is still resting. Please follow me,” a servant said, leading me through winding corridors until we reached yton’s bedroom door. With a nod, the servant left me there.


    Knock, knock!


    I inhaled deeply and rapped on the door, my heartbeat quickening with each second. The minutes stretched out, and no one answered from within. I furrowed my brow, puzzled. Hadn’t the servant said yton was resting? I knocked again, this time with more urgency.


    “Who is it?” a woman’s voice called out, smooth and unmistakably familiar.


    My heart skipped a beat. Before I could process my shock, I found myself pushing the door open.


    The scene that unfolded before me made my blood run cold. yton, the man I loved, was lying beside a bare woman—Molly—both of them sprawled together in the same bed. The sight of them entwined under the sheets hit me like a thunderp, sending shivers through every fiber of my being.


    “Ah!” Molly’s startled scream pierced the silence as she clutched the nket in a desperate attempt to cover herself. Her face was a mask of fear and confusion.


    yton, roused by Molly’s cry, rubbed his eyes and blinked in confusion. The shock of the scene slowly registered on his face as he took in the sight before him.


    I stood there, my mind a storm of questions, but the weight of my sadness rendered me speechless. Tears began to pool in my eyes, blurring the painful reality before me. I strained to hold them back, using all my strength to turn and leave.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Staggering, I ran out of yton’s residence. My eyes were clouded with tears, and my heart hurt so much that breathing felt nearly impossible. Why did things have to end up like this? I had believed yton was different from the others.


    As I roamed without direction, even the breeze carried a cold sting that seemed to prate my soul. Remembering what I had just seen, I couldn’t hold back any longer and sobbed aloud, “Why? Why must you treat me like this…”


    My tears wouldn’t stop, and suddenly, a firm grip yanked me back. The familiar scent made me tense instantly. I turned around to find yton there. He had chased after me. The desperation in yton’s eyes only deepened my hurt.


    Noticing my struggles, he quickly tried to rify, “Makenna, you’ve got it all wrong. Hear me out,st night…”


    I saw panic written all over yton’s face, revealing a vulnerability I had never seen before. My heart was torn, part of me desperate to believe him. However, my eyes were drawn to the hickeys ring on his neck—the marks left by Molly from their fervent night. Each mark felt like a dagger slicing through my heart.


    I closed my eyes, no longer able to listen. I tried to break free from yton’s grasp, yearning to escape the pain of that moment. But yton clung to me tightly, refusing to release his grip. His handsome face was twisted in pain.


    “Can you just hear me out, please?”


    My pain was no less than his. My voice choked up as I asked, “What’s there to exin? I saw it all myself.”


    Upon hearing this, yton’s desperation intensified, and he quickly tried to defend himself. “Makenna, I honestly don’t know what happened. You were the one who came to see mest night. I don’t know why I woke up next to Molly!”


    Iughed bitterly, feigning indifference. “Your Highness, you owe me no exnations. You can choose anyone you wish. I’m merely a sex ve. I have no ce to question this.”


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