Chapter 134:
Makenna’s POV:
The car’s darkened windows obscured the world outside, leaving me in a shadowy cocoon where the dim light from the streetlamps did little to pierce the gloom. Who could it be out there? The thought of someone seeing me like this filled me with dread.
I clutched the coat around me, trembling with a mix of fear and embarrassment.
Dominic, in stark contrast, remained eerily composed. With a casual flick, he rolled down the window. When I glimpsed the figures outside, my heart skipped a beat.
It was Bryan and Clayton.
Bryan’s eyes blazed with fury as he took in the scene inside the car. His anger was palpable as he kicked the car with a force that shook it.
“What have you done?” he roared, his voice a thunderclap of rage.
The car shuddered with his outburst. I huddled deeper into the seat, paralyzed with fear, dreading that he might drag me out.
Clayton’s eyes were fixed on me, his expression a turbulent mix of emotions. Though his feelings were unclear, the disappointment etched on his face was unmistakable.
I felt a pang of panic and tried to explain, “Your Highness, I…”
“Enough. Isn’t it obvious?” Dominic’s interruption was as casual as ever. He leaned back, his head resting on his arm, and addressed Bryan with a nonchalant tone. “This lovely lady and I had a rather passionate encounter just now.”
“Shut up!” Bryan’s fury erupted further at Dominic’s flippant remark.
His eyes were like burning coals as he shifted his gaze to the crumpled dress on the seat.
Clenching his fists, he growled, “Makenna, is this what you’ve done to the dress I gave you?”
I was taken aback; I hadn’t realized that the dress was from Bryan.
𝔽𝗂𝗋𝖲𝗍 𝖘𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 at ⳑ𝖆Ⱡ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗆
Silence fell over me as I struggled to find the right words. The reality was undeniable—I had indeed been with Dominic, and the dress had been ruined in the process.
I couldn’t bring myself to blame Dominic. After all, Dominic had been the one to rescue me.
Besides… A wave of bitterness washed over me. It felt as though I were nothing more than a pawn in their game, with no real right to refuse anyone.
The tension was palpable. Suddenly, Clayton stepped forward, his gaze softening as he looked at me. “Makenna, tell me. Did something happen at the hotel earlier?”
His concern stirred a fresh wave of sorrow within me. I felt a deep sense of grievance.
Only Clayton seemed to genuinely care about me. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. After a moment of silent struggle, I simply nodded.
So much had happened today that I was at a loss for where to begin.
Clayton nodded, his voice gentle. “I heard you came to attend Jessica’s wedding. At the palace banquet, I noticed some tension between you two, so I came to check on you. I’m relieved to see you’re okay. I must leave now.”
With a final, reassuring smile, he turned to go.
My heart ached at the thought of him walking away without hearing my side. I wanted to explain, to make things right.
I called out, “Prince Cla… Argh!”
The car jolted violently again.
Bryan had kicked it once more. His voice thundered, “Makenna Dunn, get out of the car. Now! Or don’t blame me if I lose my patience with you.”
