Chapter 156:
Makenna’s POV:
I explained everything to Clayton, and I could see a slight change in his expression.
“You ended up in Dominic’s car that night because you had been drugged?”
I confirmed with a nod. That night, when I had sex with Dominic, I was barely conscious and only realized Dominic had rescued me once I sobered up.
Clayton’s face softened with empathy. Speaking in a hushed tone, he started, “I had thought…”
He trailed off, leaving his thought incomplete. There was a heavy silence.
Not wanting to deepen his worry, I let out a sigh to lighten the mood. “It’s okay. Thankfully, their scheme failed.”
Clayton’s expression turned stern. “Don’t worry, Makenna. I’ll deal with Frank and his accomplices.”
“No, Your Highness,” I interrupted, shaking my head determinedly. “I want to take revenge on my own.”
It was my own business. I couldn’t keep pulling Clayton into messy situations, nor could I forever rely on his protection.
Moreover, those people had made my life so miserable, and I was resolved to take revenge myself.
The breakfast ended with a heavy air. Afterward, I told Clayton it was time for me to leave. “Your Highness, I should return home now.”
Clayton’s brow creased. “Wouldn’t you prefer to stay here until you’re better?”
I firmly declined. “No, thank you. Staying further might spark negative rumors.”
I was, after all, only regarded as a sex slave. Leonardo would not tolerate my closeness with his sons. He had even issued a caution during my last medical examination.
I wanted to avoid causing Clayton any trouble.
𝗢𝗻𝗅𝘆 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝘁 𝗀𝖺𝗅𝖓𝗈𝗏𝗲𝗅𝗌⍿ⅽ𝗈𝗆
Seeing my resolve, Clayton didn’t press further. He assured, “Okay. I’ll have my guards check your house and ensure your safety there. You can be at ease.”
His words brought a surge of warmth to my heart. Gratefully, I responded, “Thank you deeply, Your Highness.”
Clayton had been my greatest ally in the palace. Without his help, I would still be locked up by Bryan and uncertain of my freedom.
As we approached the doorway, Clayton unexpectedly grabbed my arm and pulled me close to his chest. He cradled my face and kissed me.
I was momentarily startled, but quickly, I reached up, encircled his neck with my arms, and returned his kiss with fervor.
After the kiss, I shyly looked up into Clayton’s intense gaze.
His eyes were like deep oceans, and I found myself lost in them.
He said earnestly, “Makenna, should you ever find yourself in trouble or face a difficult decision, come to me. Don’t worry about causing me trouble. Remember, you have nothing to fear as I’m always there for you.”
I gazed at him. My heart pounded wildly, and my thoughts were in a whirl.
What did Clayton’s words mean? Was this a promise to me?
And if it was, what did he really feel for me?
Curiosity and hope began to swell within me.
I longed to voice my questions, but I hesitated, reflecting on my status.
After all, I was merely a sex slave, living in a world vastly different from Clayton’s. Perhaps his inherent kindness was the reason he cared for me. He was likely motivated by pity rather than affection.
With this thought, I stifled the impulse to ask him further questions. Staring at him with a smile, I simply nodded in response.
