Chapter 740:


    yton let out a long, tired sigh, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion. His voice came out slow, almost like a whisper. “Back then, in our reckless hunger to im Makenna as ours, we made the absurd promise to share her. But now, tell me—are you really willing to let another man step in and share her with us?”


    “Not a chance!” Bryan and I exchanged a nce, both of us caught off guard by the unexpected unity in our response.


    “I don’t want that either,” yton replied, his expression shifting, his eyes hardening like steel, cold and unfathomable. His voice dropped to a low growl as he added, “Then, let’s keep Makenna here—forever. She’ll be ours and only ours, no one else’s.”


    I stared at yton, my mind reeling.


    I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. yton, the one who had always treated Makenna with kindness and respect, was now talking like this.


    But then again, I understood. The second we saw Makenna tangled up with another man, kissing and sharing a warm embrace, we all lost our minds.


    Makenna’s POV:


    I opened my eyes to find Dominic already gone. When I tried to move, I felt an overwhelming soreness, as if a truck had run me over, causing excruciating pain all over my body.


    “Damn you, Dominic! You son of a bitch!” I cursed under my breath, fuming with anger at his roughness and madness.


    Just then, a loud rumble from my stomach broke my train of thought.


    I rubbed my belly, suddenly recalling that I hadn’t eaten in two days. After being tormented by Dominic, I was now starved and spent. My body was frail and nearly giving out.


    While I was deep in my thoughts, the door slowly opened and a delicious aroma of food wafted in.


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    I instinctively turned my head, and there was yton, carrying a tray of food.


    It was yton!


    My eyes brightened immediately, and I found myself swallowing involuntarily.


    “Eat something,” yton urged. His eyes were warm, and his voice was filled with concern.


    I was about to agree when I remembered their baseless doubts and my confinement over the past few days. A surge of defiance and bitterness rose within me. “I’m not eating. Let me out of here!” I said sharply, turning my head away.


    yton didn’t react with anger. Instead, he sighed softly, walked to the table, and set down the dishes carefully. Then he faced me and gently coaxed, “Makenna, eat a little. After that, we’ll talk. Alright?”


    Hearing his gentle words, a spark of hope flickered in my heart. My eyes brightened as I eagerly asked, “Will you let me go if I eat?”


    yton was known for being fair and kind, and I thought I might have a chance to leave if I could just talk to him. But he didn’t directly answer my question. Instead, he sat down at the table and gestured for me to join him. “Please, just have some food. You need strength.”


    Was this his way of agreeing to let me go?


    I hesitated, wanting to stand, but my body was still throbbing with pain, and my legs felt weak.


    Noticing my struggle, yton let out a resigned sigh, quickly came over, and gently lifted me into his arms.


    “Ah!” I cried out instinctively, and my hands immediately wrapped around his neck.


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