?Chapter 398:


    Afterward, we made our way to his home, a sense of peace settling over us. As I stepped inside, I was met with an unexpected sight. The room he once shared with Molly was now a chaotic mess, filled with old junk and discarded items. It was as if every trace of her had been erased, her presence wiped clean from the space.


    I stood there, stunned by the change, unable to hide my surprise. yton noticed my reaction and gently took my hand, his expression one of firm resolve. “I’ll move out of here as soon as possible,” he said, his voice steady and sure.


    His words stirred something deep within me, and I responded softly, “There’s no need for that. I understand how you feel.”


    Yet yton’s determination didn’t waver. He shook his head, his voice unwavering. “No, I have to. I need to move to a ce that’s just ours.”


    His seriousness touched me deeply, and I couldn’t help but smile, thest bit of uncertainty in my heart fading away.


    yton led me to a new bedroom, exining, “That old room is nothing more than a storage space now. I’ve been staying in this one.”


    Though it wasn’t the master bedroom, I felt at ease there,forted by the simplicity of the space and the closeness of yton’s presence. Late at night, we drifted into sleep, wrapped up in each other’s arms like two vines entwined, and didn’t stir until the first light of dawn brushed against the curtains.


    When the morning finally nudged me awake, I reached out instinctively, only to discover the space beside me was empty. yton was gone.


    Still groggy, I quickly freshened up, curiosity gnawing at me as I padded downstairs. To my surprise, there he was, already bustling around, havingid out breakfast as though it were the most natural thing in the world.


    I slid into my seat, and we sat close to each other, exchanging casual conversation over warm tes of food. As we ate, yton ced a steaming cup of milk in front of me, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.


    “Makenna,” he began, his voice soft but steady, “when I move out of here, I’d love for you to design our new home. How does that sound?”


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    I froze mid-bite, the fork hovering awkwardly in the air as a wave of heat surged to my cheeks. Embarrassment bloomed across my face, leaving me speechless. yton’s grin only widened at my silence. He leaned in slightly, repeating his words gently.


    “Well? What do you think?”


    My head bobbed in agreement, though my face burned so fiercely I was tempted to hide behind the te. The meaning of his words was clear as crystal. This wasn’t just about designing a house. No, his words carried the weight of something much deeper—a quiet hope that I would share his future, and be a part of his life in a way that felt both thrilling and overwhelming.


    We talked more, our conversation turning to house styles and design, painting pictures of the future as easily as if it were already in our hands. But just as we were swept up in that cozy warmth, a servant rushed in, his face tight with anxiety.


    “Your Highness,” he began cautiously, “Molly is here and asking to see you.”


    The atmosphere, once so light and tender, shattered like ss hitting the floor. I felt yton tense beside me, his whole demeanor shifting in an instant. A flicker of anger sparked in his eyes, as sharp as a knife. His voice came out cold, almost biting.


    “Tell her to leave.”


    The servant hesitated, clearly caught between a rock and a hard ce. He fidgeted, and then tried again, his voice pleading. “But she insists. She says it’s something urgent, Your Highness.”


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    “I don’t want to see her!” yton’s voice was firm, like iron forged in fire. He turned to the servant with a sharpness that left no room for negotiation. “Send someone to drive her away. Tell the guards that from now on, if Molly shows up, there’s no need to inform me. I won’t see her, no matter what.”


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