?Chapter 570:


    Could he really be crying?


    No, it couldn’t be. I had known Bryan for so long, and I had never seen him like this. He was always the strong, untouchable eldest prince. Untouched by emotion, always in control.


    “You troublesome woman!” His voice came out thick, hoarse, his wordsced with frustration and something more—something that left me feeling unbnced.


    I stuttered, my hands frozen in the air, unsure where to ce them, unsure how tofort him. “I’m sorry…”


    After a long moment, Bryan released me, stepping back. His face, however, was anything but soft; it had turned serious, as if his earlier moment of vulnerability had been wiped away.


    Vulnerability had been nothing more than a figment of my imagination. His voice was deep, demanding, “Makenna, what on earth is going on?”


    “I… I…” I stammered again, my words stuck in my throat, the truth tangled in the chaos of my mind.


    Bryan’s gaze darkened as he watched my hesitation, a flicker of anger crossing his features.


    In my panic, I grasped at the first change of subject that came to mind. “By the way, Your Highness, what are you doing here?”


    A cold smile tugged at the corners of Bryan’s lips, a bitter curl of displeasure. “Humph, do you realize that the news about your feigned death causing Dominic to fall off a cliff and go missing has already spread to the pce? Father is furious, and now there are men searching everywhere for you two.”


    “What? The pce knows?” My heart skipped a beat, unease crawling up my spine like cold fingers.


    Dominic, who had been standing off to the side, frowned and stepped forward, his voice low and steady. “This isn’t her fault. I’ll exin everything to Father when the timees.”


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    Bryan opened his mouth as if to say something more, but when his gazended on me again, he swallowed whatever words had been ready to spill. His tone shifted, bing sharp with frustration. “Look at you—covered in injuries. Hurry up and go get treated!”


    Guilt squeezed my chest as I nced down at my scraped and battered skin. I nodded quietly, feeling a heavy weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders.


    Just as I turned to leave, an unexpected sensation swept over me, and before I could evenprehend it, I found myself lifted off the ground, my feet no longer touching the earth.


    “Ah—” I gasped, instinctively wrapping my arms around Bryan’s neck as I floated in his arms, stunned and momentarily dazed by the sudden shift.


    Without sparing me a nce, Bryan spoke, his tone as cold as ever. “With those injuries, who knows how long it would take you to walk back.”


    I opened my mouth to protest, to say my injuries were nothing more than minor scrapes, but when I met Bryan’s icy gaze, the words caught in my throat, and I fell silent, surrendering to his will.


    Bryan’s lips curled in satisfaction, a snort of disdain escaping him as he carried me away without another word, Dominic trailing behind us like a shadow.


    I nced over my shoulder at Dominic, catching his shake of the head as he followed us, clearly resigned to the strange and silent tension between us all.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Bryan carried me all the way to the roadside where a sleek ck car waited. Without a word, he shoved me inside, the door mming shut with a finality that echoed in my chest.


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