You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 2047

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."

a sound. She felt a newfound respect for Joyce. Everyone had heard

After changing clothes,

to the main hall of the

and stood in the main hall. A servant presented

a black dial and put it on. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ

a gentle clasp of his wrist, he

him. She recognized the brand; their watches were niche designs starting at millions of dollars-extremely luxurious. Luther

perfectly, highlighting his refined temperament and adding an extra touch

clothes make the

Clint looked

approaching. He extended his hand, "Come

indicated for her to hold his

hands behind her

without saying anything and

Joyce followed behind him.

hall and through the gate that Joyce had previously tried to force

Joyce couldn't help but

expected to walk out

her previous efforts

was a small

cars were parked in the square, with an extended Bentley in the middle. Clearly, the front and rear cars were escorts;

"Home," Clint replied.

Joyce, "..."

home? She didn't want

usual residence?"

"Yes," Clint nodded.

is your home?" Joyce

Joyce to

around; security was tight-not the

she got into

got in and sat next to Joyce in the back seat. The rear seats

started moving away from

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