Chapter 1717 by Marina Vittori

“What happened?”

Dustin was in a daze and only felt a gentle fragrance envelop him. When he finally came to his senses, he realized he was lying in Grace’s arms.

Grace was dressed in loose attire, so he didn’t notice it at first. But the intimacy of their close proximity finally made him realize the true meaning of firmness and suppleness.

“What are you doing?” Grace frowned in anger and embarrassment.

“Sorry, it wasn’t on purpose. The car suddenly stopped, and I lost my balance, so…” Dustin felt awkward.

“How long are you going to touch me? Get your hands off me!” Grace yelled.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Dustin was so shocked he retracted his hands immediately. Sure enough, being too tired would only lead to delayed reactions.

“What’s going on outside?” Grace asked in a slightly louder voice.

“Your Royal Highness, someone has blocked the way,” the driver replied.

“Blocking the road at this late hour? Is it an assassin?” Grace was the first to get out of the car. Dustin patted his face a few times to wake himself up before getting out of the car to0.

At the intersection ahead, a group of fully armed guards had appeared. They were clad in silver armor from head to toe. With sharp gazes and an imposing aura, they were clearly a force consisting of only the best of the best.

“The Silver Armor Army? What are they doing here?” Grace was puzzled.

“The Silver Armor Army? Who are they? “Dustin was curious.

“They are the private army of my brother, Matthias,” Grace explained.

She added, “Matthias had practiced the martial arts since he was a child. Physically strong and courageous, he has achieved remarkable feats on the battlefield.

“That is why he has his own private army, known as the Silver Armor Army.

“Prince Matthias’ men?” Dustin frowned slightly. “I don’t have any grievances with Prince Matthias. Why would he send his army to apprehend me?”

“Perhaps he’s not here to apprehend you but to invite you.” Grace understood immediately. As soon as she finished speaking, a burly general walked out from among the group of army personnel.

He approached Dustin and Grace and saluted, “Greetings, Your Royal Highness, Princess Grace, and Your Highness, Prince Logan. My name is Neville Elrod.”

“General Elrod, would you mind explaining the reason you’ve blocked the road in the middle of the night?” Grace asked calmly.

“Your Royal Highness, I’m acting under the orders of His Royal Highness, Prince Matthias, to invite Prince Logan to the mansion,” Neville replied bluntly.

Dustin and Grace exchanged glances, aware of the reason for the invitation.

They had just left Tristan’s residence when Matthias’ men appeared almost immediately. It was clear that Matthias had also received the news.

“General Elrod, please inform Prince Matthias that I’m seriously injured and need immediate rest. I promise to visit after my recovery,” Dustin said with droopy eyelids.

When would this end? Just when would they let Dustin sleep?

They should be resting after dinner, not inviting people over for tea. They might not want to sleep, but he did!

Dustin grumbled silently but maintained a cordial expression.

“Your Highness, Prince Matthias has many famous and skilled doctors back at his place. They will be able to nurse you back to health no matter the severity of your injury,” Neville said calmly.

“My injuries are secondary. I need to return home urgently to deal with some matters. Let’s do this another time, please,” Dustin declined again.

“Your Highness, Prince Matthias has been waiting for quite some time. No matter the urgency of your matters, it’ll be best to meet with him first. You can rest assured that it won’t take long. Prince Matthias only wants a short chat with you,” Neville said.