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    That night, we shared another round of fierce passion. It wasn’t until noon the next day that we finally returned to the pce.


    In the spacious,fortable car, I felt utterly drained, the exhaustion from the night before leaving me struggling to stay awake.


    Trying to fight the fatigue, I rubbed my eyes and asked groggily, “How long until we get to the pce?”


    yton, seated next to me, responded by gently patting my head. “We’ll be there soon. Hang in there. If you’re tired, lean on my shoulder and take a nap.”


    With a weak nod, I couldn’t resist a yawn as my eyes slowly began to close.


    Just as I was drifting into sleep, the car lurched violently, jolting me awake.


    Makenna’s POV:


    My drowsiness vanished instantly, and I grew alert.


    “What’s going on? What’s the matter?”


    It seemed the previous assassination attempt had left me with more trauma than I realized.


    The driver, clearly panicked, said, “Someone suddenly dashed onto the road, and I had to step on the brakes. I’m not sure if we hit them or not.”


    “We hit someone?” I asked in shock. “What are we waiting for, then? Let’s go see if the person is okay.” I hurriedly opened the car door.


    When I stepped out, I saw a woman in a long dress lying on the ground.


    I rushed over to her and asked, “Miss, are you okay? Are you hurt?”


    “I’m fine,” the woman said softly as she raised her head.


    I froze when I saw who it was.


    It was Evelyn!


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    She too seemed surprised to see me, though she quickly masked it with a smile. “It’s nothing. I’m fine. Although I seem to have sprained my ankle, it’s all right.”


    I helped Evelyn up, supporting her by the waist.


    The three princes came over to see what was happening.


    I called out to them, “Come help me get her into the car. This is Evelyn Nixon, my soon-to-be training instructor.”


    I noticed the looks of surprise on the princes’ faces as they gazed at Evelyn. Their surprise, however, vanished as quickly as it appeared, and together we helped her into the car.


    Soon it became obvious that the atmosphere in the car had shifted once Evelyn joined us.


    “I’m really sorry for causing so much trouble for everyone. I just went out to shop for a few things. Who could have known this would happen, and I’d sprain my ankle,” Evelyn said apologetically.


    It was hard not to feel sympathy for her, though deep down, something about the situation didn’t sit quite right with me.


    Shaking off the odd feeling, I smiled and reassured her. “All that doesn’t matter as long as you’re okay.”


    Bryan, who had been silent all this while, suddenly asked, “How old are you, Miss Nixon?”


    I turned to see Bryan staring intently at Evelyn.


    Evelyn flushed a bright red at his question.


    “I’m twenty-five years old, Your Highness. I’m new to the pce and not very familiar with the rules. If I’ve offended anyone today, I’m terribly sorry.”


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