?Chapter 674:


    Evelyn hesitated, ncing toward Dominic for guidance. He took his time, his sharp gaze sliding over me before his lips curled into a faint, teasing smile. “You look perfect as you are. No need to change.”


    I was so embarrassed and annoyed that heat red up my neck.


    My re shot toward him, but Dominic, ever maddening, blinked at me innocently as if he had no idea what he had just done.


    Evelyn smiled gently, gesturing toward him. “His Highness has spoken. You should apany him as you are, Makenna. Be sure to attend to him properly.”


    Reluctantly, I nodded, unable to muster a good excuse. With my cheeks burning, I had no choice but to trail behind Dominic as he led the way down the corridor.


    Every fiber of my being was hyper-aware of my too-tight, too-revealing outfit. Each step felt like walking on ss.


    I stared at Dominic, who was walking a few paces ahead, and I became even more furious. “Your Highness, what exactly do you want from me?”


    I muttered under my breath, “Why now of all times?”


    Dominic slowed his pace just enough to nce back at me. “I heard about your… dramatic encounter with Antonist night. Word has it you caused quite a scene at the prison. I wanted to see if you were alright.”


    His unexpectedly thoughtful words warmed my heart, but I quickly masked it with indifference. “That’s really none of your business.”


    Dominic raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking into a knowing smile. “Oh? In that case, I suppose I shouldn’t bother telling you about what I uncovered regarding Antoni.”


    He slowed to a stop, his hands sped casually behind his back as he turned to face me, his gaze locking on mine. He was waiting for me to crack, and he knew exactly how to y me.


    I panicked and closed the distance between us in a few hurried steps. “Wait—what did you find out?”


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    With a grin, Dominic leaned in just enough to make me squirm. His warm breath brushed against my cheek as he murmured, “Why don’t you take a guess?”


    Flustered, I turned away and pushed against his chest, though it felt like shoving a wall. “I’m not guessing. Just tell me.”


    Somehow, during our back-and-forth, we had ended up standing in front of a bathroom door.


    Dominic’s gaze flickered toward it, and his expression shifted, a flicker of nostalgia softening his sharp features. “This ce brings back memories,” he said, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “The first time I had sex with you… it was here.”


    His words hit me like a bolt, and an unwee flood of chaotic memories rushed back. My cheeks burned hotter than ever.


    “Ugh!” I turned on my heel, determined to walk away. “I don’t want to hear about that!”


    But before I could take another step, Dominic’s hand shot out to gently grab my wrist. With one smooth motion, he pulled me into the bathroom.


    Before I could react, he cornered me against the cold, tiled wall, his hand mming against it just beside my head.


    The loud thud sent my heart racing, and I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how close he was. His sharp, intense eyes locked onto mine, and I felt pinned, unable to move or breathe.


    What was he doing?


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