?Chapter 707:


    Evelyn’s face brightened with relief. “Really? Thank you so much, Prince Bryan… truly.”


    yton turned toward me, his voice soft. “Makenna, would you like to eat a little more?”


    My appetite had evaporated, my thoughts in a tangled mess. I lowered my head, replying, “I’m full. Let’s just get Evelyn back.” Though both Bryan and yton seemed to have something …


    They wanted to say something, but I wasn’t in the mood to hear it. Without further ado, I stood up, gathered my belongings, and made my way toward the door.


    Since Evelyn could hardly stand, I had intended to offer her my help. But before I could even assist her, she copsed into me, nearly knocking me off bnce.


    I strained with all my might but couldn’t hold her up.


    Unable to watch any longer, Bryan moved quickly, sweeping Evelyn into his arms with ease before striding out of the room. I watched them leave, my mood darkening with every passing second.


    Once they reached the car, I silently opened the front passenger door and slid inside, deliberately distancing myself from them.


    Bryan and yton exchanged a nce before Bryan frowned. “Makenna, sit in the back.”


    I tightened my lips, giving no response. No matter how much they urged me, I wasn’t moving.


    Finally, they relented.


    The car began to move, heading back toward the pce, the air thick with tension.


    From the back seat, Evelyn continued to apologize and express her gratitude, though her words seemed to hang awkwardly in the air.


    Then, without warning, the car jerked. I instinctively gripped the handle beside me, but the sound of Evelyn’s startled cry reached my ears.


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    I turned, only to see that she had copsed into yton’s arms, looking just as stunned as I was.


    Makenna’s POV:


    The scene before me felt like a sharp dagger, piercing my eyes. Difort washed over me as I quickly turned my gaze away, instinctively asking the driver, “What just happened, sir?”


    Gripping the steering wheel, the driver answered, “A pedestrian suddenly ran in front of us. I swerved to avoid them. Apologies for that.”


    “Be more careful next time.” Bryan’s cold voice sliced through the air from his seat.


    “I will, Your Highness,” the driver replied, and the car resumed its journey, gliding smoothly down the road. After what felt like an eternity, we finally arrived at the pce.


    “Stop. Let me out here.” As soon as we entered the pce grounds, I couldn’t wait another second. I motioned for the driver to stop.


    The driver, his brow furrowing with confusion, pulled the car to a halt. Without a second nce, I opened the door and stepped out.


    The tension in the air was suffocating, and I longed to escape. But I hadn’t taken more than a few steps when the sound of hurried footsteps reached my ears. I turned to see Bryan and yton hastening to catch up.


    Bryan’s expression was unreadable as he frowned at me. “What’s going on? Why the rush?”


    “Nothing,” I replied, taking a deep breath, striving for calm despite the chill in my voice. “Let’s call it a day. You can go take care of Evelyn.”


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