Chapter 103:
Makenna’s POV:
“Your… Your Highness…”
The words slipped out in a haze as Clayton’s sudden presence took me by surprise.
Confusion clouded my thoughts, and I was flustered. Why was he standing at my doorstep? Did he see Dominic kiss me earlier?
The thought made me panic.
Before I could gather my thoughts, Dominic’s voice rang out from his car.
Lowering the window, he flashed a subtle smile and complimented, “I loved your performance today. I’ll see you again soon.”
With that, he revved the engine and drove off.
It took me a moment, but I soon realized Dominic had purposely kissed me and said those confusing words after spotting Clayton.
It was similar to the banquet scene, where Dominic deliberately hinted to others that he and I had been intimate.
Anger built up inside me as I tried to decipher what the bastard wanted from me.
Clayton approached with a look of disappointment etched on his face. In a soft tone, he inquired, “You… Have you been with Dominic this whole time?”
My words faltered as I opened my mouth to explain. I didn’t know what to say.
What right did I have to explain? As nothing more than a sex slave, I had no choice but to comply with whichever prince desired me.
Overwhelmed by my situation, I felt a wave of frustration. I lowered my head, unable to bring myself to talk to Clayton directly about Dominic. Instead, I changed the topic. “Why are you here, Your Highness?”
Clayton smiled at me, seemingly having mixed feelings. “I was worried that Bryan might trouble you after the banquet, so I went to the training room to find you. When you weren’t there, I came here to check on you.”
His concern caught me off guard and touched me deeply. I didn’t expect a man like Clayton to show me such care.
𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬.𝐜𝐨𝐦
However, thinking about what I had just done with Dominic, I felt a pang of guilt and embarrassment.
Struggling to find the right words, I finally managed to say, “Thank you, Your Highness.”
I was grateful not just for his intervention last night but also for keeping my safety in his mind.
Clayton nodded with a smile. “Okay. I’m relieved you’re safe. I must get going now.”
As he started to leave, a sense of loss gripped me, and without thinking, I reached out and caught his sleeve.
“Your Highness…”
He halted and turned back. “Yes? Is there something else?” he asked softly.
As I met his gentle gaze, I realized my grip might have seemed forward. I quickly released his sleeve and stammered an apology.
“No—nothing, I’m sorry.”
For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw a shadow of disappointment cross Clayton’s eyes.
He muttered, “Take some rest.” Then, he turned and left.
Distraught, I wandered back into my house. I collapsed onto the sofa, feeling utterly drained. The look on Clayton’s face before he left haunted me, replaying continuously in my mind.
His eyes seemed to hold a mix of longing and lingering affection.
As I dwelled on his expression, a daring thought struck me.
Clayton… Could it be possible that he had feelings for me?
