Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 255

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Chapter 255 Lingering Kiss Marks

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A thick, leaden fog wrapped around Margaret’s mind, throbbing stabs lancing through her skull each time she tilted her head even a fraction.

No turn of phrase could capture that heavy, nauseating discomfort settling deep behind her temples.

Carved stone ceiling panels curved overhead, and a jolt of alarm shot through her once recognition clicked into place. This private sleeping chamber belonged solely to Theodore.

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sat empty, yet the thin linen tie of her sleeping gown slipped loose the second her

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vealed faint rose-hued hickeys scattered across every inch of exposed skin, soft kisses.

ric tight to her chest, thoughts spiraling into utter disarray.

pened? How did I end up in Theodore’s private quarters like this? Those blemishes are… hickeys?

vivid dream?

sensation I felt last night was all real, wasn’t it?

oded Margaret’s cheeks instantly. She patted her overheated skin with cool palms, snatched the thes laid across the nightstand, and pulled them on in a hurried rush.

ad still weighed a ton, fragmented snippets of the prior day obscured behind a murky haze.

tap against her temple jarred disjointed memories loose.

d waited hour upon hour for Theodore’s return, only to learn he’d attended someone else’s birthday.

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She’d taken an antidote, she was sure of it, but everything still went dark. Just before the blackness swallowed her whole, a final image flickered-Theodore’s face. He found me. He saved me.

She remembered the antidote failing, its effects useless against whatever potent blend Christopher had used.

And then, in the haze that followed… a hazy, desperate memory surfaced. Did I kiss him?

Heat flooded her face all over again.

The antidote didn’t work at all. I must have… lost control.

The hickeys on her skin seemed to confirm it.

Theodore must have… helped her through it.

The night’s events remained frustratingly patchy, the drug’s assault leaving gaps in her recollection.

As she wrestled with the scattered pieces, dawn’s light began to seep into the room.

The soft click of a door opening broke the quiet. Theodore entered, carefully carrying a steaming bowl.

He paused, seeing her perched on the edge of the bed. “You’re awake.”

A wave of sheer awkwardness crashed over Margaret. She could only manage a small nod.

He approached, with the bowl held steady. “It’s still early. You could rest longer.”

Offering the medicine, he added, “Drink this first, and then…”

“It’s fine, I’ve got it.” She took the bowl from his hands and drained it in one go.

Almost immediately, the crushing

weight in her head began to lift.

But the taste felt off. “What’s in this? It’s packed with nothing but tonics and restoratives.”

“You were exhausted. You needed it,” he said simply, settling beside her.

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Margaret’s face burned anew. She shot to her feet, flustered. “About last night., thank you.”

The words tumbled out.

If he hadn’t come… Christopher would have…

Compared to that vile alternative, whatever had transpired with Theodore didn’t fill her with anger or regret-just a jumble of nerves and this profound, skin-crawling embarrassment.

Theodore’s smile was gentle. “Between us, thanks aren’t necessary.”

Margaret was speechless.

Are we… at that point already?

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The awkwardness thickened. “Well, thank you anyway. Is Baxter alright? He wasn’t hurt, was he?” She pushed on, desperate for neutral ground.

“He’s fine.”

“Good.” Relief washed over her. “Since I’m here, let me have some medicine prepared for you. And I can do your acupuncture now, if you-”

Her offer was cut short as his hand closed around hers. A soft tug pulled her off balance, landing her back in his arms.

“There’s no need for such formality. You just woke up. Today, you rest,” he murmured, his voice low.

“Your Highness!” Scarlet-cheeked, she pushed herself free, springing up again. “Last night was an accident. I know you were just… helping me. Let’s just… let’s not dwell on it.If you don’t need the treatment, I should really get going.”

She was out the door before he could respond, her retreat as hasty as her heartbeat.

It was all too much, too fast. Her mind was a whirlwind, and facing him-really facing him-felt impossible.

Escape was the only clear thought she had.

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