Chapter 380:


    Before I could finish, yton drew me close, enveloping me in his arms. “Makenna, that’s not true! You’re the only one I want!”


    His familiar embrace stirred a storm of mixed feelings—love and hate colliding within me. I writhed in his hold as tears streamed down my face onto his shoulder. “Please, let me go…” I cried out, my voice cracking.


    Yet yton gripped me even tighter, as if his strength alone could anchor me to him permanently. Just when I was on the verge of giving in and hearing him out, an unexpected voice cut through the tension.


    “Makenna, what happenedst night was truly an ident.”


    I turned my head and saw Molly standing close by. Her clothes were disheveled and her hair a mess. The barely concealed hickeys beneath her cor plunged into my heart like a sharp dagger. My anger red up, destroying all rational thought, and I shoved yton away with all my might.


    He stumbled and nearly fell, but Molly quickly stepped forward to support him. This scene, like needles piercing my eyes, stung bitterly.


    I closed my eyes in pain and said coldly, “Your Highness, spare me any exnations. I have no right to meddle in your personal life.” With that, I turned and walked away.


    yton seemed to realize something and quickly attempted to pull me back, but I fought him fiercely. In our tussle, our clothes became slightly disheveled, yet I didn’t care. My only thought was to escape this excruciating ce as quickly as possible.


    It seemed, though, that fate was against me. Molly’s stunned voice pierced the air again. “Huh, Makenna, why do you also have hickeys on you?”


    At her words, yton’s grip loosened abruptly. Shock coursed through me, and I instinctively covered the cor of my neck, trying to hide the hickeys Dominic had left the previous night.


    Crushed by a wave of humiliation and heartbreak, a dizzying sensation overwhelmed me. Unable to bear it any longer, I copsed, fainting right there.


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    yton’s POV:


    As I watched Makenna copse before me, her frail form resembling a butterfly with broken wings, my heart seemed to seize up in my chest. It felt as though the world hade to a screeching halt.


    “Makenna!”


    I lunged forward, catching her just before she hit the ground. “Someone, get the car ready! We’re heading to the hospital!” Desperation wed at my insides as I barked orders to the nearby guards.


    Throughout the ride, I clung to Makenna, each second feeling like an eternity. The thought of losing her made my chest tighten with every passing moment.


    We reached the hospital in record time. Outside the emergency room, I paced like a caged lion, anxiety gnawing at me as I pleaded for Makenna’s well-being. “Makenna, please, stay with us! If anything happens to you, I will never forgive myself!”


    To my surprise, Molly, the woman behind this mess, appeared and timidly approached me.


    “Your Highness, don’t worry. Makenna will be alright,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.


    Her presence ignited my fury. I turned on her with a scowl. “Why were you at my residencest night?”


    Tears streamed down Molly’s face as she sobbed, “I found something you dropped at the banquet and thought you might need it, so I brought it to you.”


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