You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 2037

Chapter 2037: East Palace

"Tell the attendant to bring the meal and place it at the door," Clint ordered. "You wait outside the hall."

"Yes," the attendant bowed respectfully and withdrew.

Joyce squinted and remarked, "So, you're Rohomes' crown prince, Clint. Is this... the palace?"

Clint shrugged lightly. "Yes, that's right. This is East Palace, my residence. Are you satisfied?"

Joyce tilted her head slightly and almost chuckled. "So, you're a crown prince. My apologies for not recognizing your status earlier. I had no idea that you, such a noble figure, would be working in my small company and living in the single dormitory downstairs. How did you endure such a great inconvenience, and what value or ability do I have that would compel someone of such noble status to approach me in this way? Should I feel honored or humiliated?"

Every word she spoke was laced with irony.

Though she didn't know how Clint had brought her from South Island to here, the truth was that he had succeeded. To the victor belong the spoils, and now she was a prisoner, a fact she understood very well.

Clint could, of course, discern the sarcasm in her speech. He smiled and lowered his head. "No matter, I've had my fill of delicacies. It's nice to have a change of taste. I miss the days back in Khebury."

"Haha, Clint, I was really careless. There were many details that should have alerted me to be cautious. You feigned amnesia and didn't remember your identity. But a person's habits are the hardest to change. You are picky when it comes to food and appreciate luxury. So, I was aware that you aren't an ordinary person. I just didn't expect you to be royalty."

Joyce sneered. "It turns out I wasn't mistaken. You do have a habit of driving on the right side. I should have noticed that earlier."

"Yes, you are the most perceptive woman I've ever met. It's not easy to deceive you."

With that, Clint coughed lightly and his face grew pale.

Joyce noticed. "Are you feeling unwell? From spending too much time in the seawater?"

Clint stiffened. In reality, she wasn't wrong. To bring her to East Palace, he had personally gone to South Island. The sea was too cold, and coupled with his weak constitution, he hadn't recovered even after two days of recuperation. He had caught a cold and coughed. His heart didn't feel quite right either.

His gaze turned cold. He detested it when anyone mentioned his weak health and frequent illnesses.

Joyce observed him and knew she had guessed correctly. The last time she had pulled him out of the sea, he had been sick for some time. It was precisely because he looked frail that she had been careless, sympathized, and ultimately fell into his trap.

At that moment, there were two soft knocks at the palace entrance.

Clint diverted the topic, brushing aside the matter. He flicked his sleeve and walked to the entrance.

The door opened gently, and Senior Advisor Kondo respectfully presented a lacquered red food tray containing an array of exquisite dishes, as well as a bowl of medicine.

"Your Highness, you should take your medicine," Senior Advisor Kondo said respectfully, her head lowered almost level with the tray.

Joyce stood at a distance and couldn't see the attendant's face.

"Leave," Clint received the tray.

As Senior Advisor Kondo departed, she closed the door behind her.