?Chapter 669:


    Evie’s lips twitched into a faint, reluctant smile. “I see. Nice to meet you.”


    “Come on, Evie,” I said, leading her toward the table. “I made breakfast for you too. Sit down and see if it’s to your liking.”


    “Okay,” she murmured, sliding into a chair and picking up her fork.


    But as she ate, her expression grew distant, her gaze unfocused as though her thoughts had drifted far from the table.


    Concern prickled at me, and I leaned forward. “Evie, is something wrong? Don’t tell me you don’t like the food, or are you feeling unwell?”


    Evie was so startled she nearly dropped her fork. Her cheeks flushed as she shook her head, trying hard to avoid eye contact. “No, no. It’s not that. I’m just… not fully awake yet. My head’s a bit foggy, but I’m fine.”


    Her words didn’t entirely convince me, but I let it slide. “Alright, but if you’re still tired after breakfast, go back to bed. There’s nothing urgent to do today anyway.”


    Before she could respond, a sudden knock at the door echoed through the house.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Who could possibly be visiting me this early?


    I frowned, walking slowly toward the door, but before I could reach it, the door creaked open from the other side, and in walked yton. What was he doing here?


    The yton I knew—calm, collected, like a gentle hero—was nowhere to be seen. His bloodshot eyes and dark circles betrayed sleepless nights, while the faint slump in his shoulders suggested exhaustion had taken hold.


    The moment his gazended on me, his weary eyes brightened like a dying ember stoked to life. He crossed the room in a heartbeat and grabbed my arm.


    “Makenna, are you hurt?”


    I shook his hand off, stepping back with deliberate coolness. My tone was sharp and cold.


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    “What are you doing here?”


    A flicker of hurt crossed his face, but he was quick to respond.


    “I heard you went to the prison yesterday using my token. I was worried something might have happened to you.”


    His concern didn’t move me. I met his gaze with an icy stare.


    “What happened yesterday was an emergency. I had no other option but to use it. It’s over now. Here—take it back. I won’t need it anymore.”


    Without waiting for a reply, I reached into my pocket, pulled out the token, and shoved it into his hand as if it burned me.


    yton stared at the token in disbelief, his fingers closing around it almost reluctantly.


    “Makenna… I… I didn’te here for this. I came because I’m worried about you.”


    The weight of his words pressed on me, but I refused to let them sink in. I swallowed the bitter lump in my throat and forced my voice to rise.


    “Enough! Just take your token and go! I’m just a sex ve, worthless and disposable. Your concern is wasted on someone like me!”


    yton’s face crumbled, anguish etched across every line. His lips moved soundlessly at first, as though the words refused to obey him. Finally, he managed to stammer:


    “It wasn’t what it seemed. I don’t even know if I… if I slept with her. Makenna, please—you have to believe me!”


    His plea only made the ache in my chest worse. Memories of that smug, taunting woman crashed through my mind, her venomous words reying like a relentless echo.


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