You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 2051: Holding the Crown Prince Hostage

Leaving the altar, they returned to the East Palace.

Tadasuke was already kneeling in front of the hall, waiting. In front of her, on the ground, were two trays. The trays contained neatly arranged clothes for changing.

Seeing Clint and Joyce return to the East Palace, Tadasuke bowed respectfully, "Your Highness, please change your clothes. Madam, please change your clothes." Clint stepped into the hall, "Bandage her wound."

"Yes," Tadasuke nodded.

Joyce glanced at her arm. Her clothes were torn, and there was a cut on her arm. It wasn't serious; it had stopped bleeding.

"It's just a small wound. It's nothing."

Clearly, Clint's cut was much more severe than hers.

Tadasuke noticed as well and instructed a servant, "Call a doctor to treat His Highness's wound."

"Yes," the servant responded.

"Do you get cut every time there's a sacrificial ceremony?" Joyce asked curiously.

Clint glanced at Joyce without answering directly, "You'll find out in due time." Joyce, "..."

Joyce followed Tadasuke to a side hall to treat her arm and change clothes.

Her wound was simple to handle. After applying iodine and some white ointment, it was covered with gauze.

Then she changed into a dress suit that matched her usual style-simple and elegant, fitting perfectly. Even the shoes were her regular brand. Tadasuke said from the side, "These clothes were specially prepared for you by His Highness."

Joyce responded with an "Oh."

It seemed that during their time in Khebury, Clint had been paying attention to her daily life and preferences. He had planned this all along.

"We are leaving the East Palace today," Joyce apologized to Tadasuke. "I was impulsive before; I won't cause you any more trouble."

didn't dare respond or make a sound. She felt a newfound respect for Joyce. Everyone had heard about how Joyce's precise shooting spared the guards from punishment today and admired her

After changing clothes,

returned to the main hall of the

and stood in the main hall. A servant presented him with a

watch with a black dial and put it on. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

clasp of his wrist,

She recognized the brand; their watches were niche designs starting at millions of dollars-extremely luxurious. Luther also liked collecting watches from this brand. After

brand suit fit him perfectly, highlighting his refined temperament

clothes make

Clint looked like

his tie and saw Joyce approaching. He

for her to hold

him and put her hands behind her back, only responding

without saying anything and walked

Joyce followed behind him.

another, they walked out of the hall and through the gate that Joyce had previously tried

outside the gate, Joyce couldn't help but

to walk out so openly like

her previous efforts had been

was

extended Bentley in the middle. Clearly, the front and rear cars were escorts; the middle one was Clint's vehicle.

"Home," Clint replied.

Joyce, "..."

home? She didn't want

usual residence?"

"Yes," Clint nodded.

home?"

led Joyce to the extended

looked around; security was tight-not the right

she got into the car

and sat next to Joyce in the back seat. The

started moving away from