All Chapters of SWEET SPOT: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

GwenDays later.“Father! Father!”I was practically running down the hallway, my heels clicking loudly against the marble floor. I knew he was in the Grand Conference Room with his top officials — some urgent national meeting — but I didn’t care. This was important.I reached the tall double doors, breathing fast. Two guards immediately stepped forward to block me.“Princess Gwen, you can’t go in,” one of them said firmly. “His Majesty is in an important meeting.”“Let go of me this instant!” I snapped, pushing past the first guard. I even stepped on the second one’s foot when he tried to stop me, making him wince. I shoved the doors open and burst inside.The entire room fell silent.My father sat at the head of the long table, surrounded by his most trusted advisors and ministers. Their faces were serious until they all turned to stare at me. Father looked genuinely shocked.“Gwen?” He stood up quickly. “Dear, what are you doing here? As you can see, I’m in the middle of something

CedricMy phone buzzed with a new email. When I opened it, the sender made my jaw tighten.From: Office of the Royal HouseholdThey wanted me at the palace tomorrow morning for an interview and evaluation concerning the King’s personal guard position. They included the exact dress code (black suit, white shirt, formal shoes — no exceptions), the entrance gate I should use, and the exact time: 8:00 a.m. sharp.I sighed deeply and leaned back in my chair.I had already promised myself I would go see my sister tomorrow. I hadn’t visited her in two weeks, and it was eating at me. No matter what, I was going to the hospital. Job or no job. Only a miracle would make me change my mind.***I woke up early, earlier than my alarm, which had been happening more often lately when something was sitting heavily on my mind. I got dressed in simple clothes, nothing special, and grabbed my keys off the counter. The plan was straightforward — hospital first, everything else after.A

CedricDays later.Today was my first official day as the King’s personal guard.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of the tailored black suit the palace had delivered. It fit perfectly — sharp, expensive, and powerful. The King had sent a lot more than just clothes after that chaotic day: new furniture for my apartment, flowers, and a very generous amount of money that had already covered a huge chunk of my sister’s hospital bills. I still couldn’t believe it.I ran a hand through my gelled hair, making sure every strand was in place. I looked… different. Sharper. More like a CEO than a former security guard. The suit hugged my shoulders and chest perfectly, and the crisp white shirt underneath made me look like I belonged in boardrooms instead of guarding anyone.My mind drifted back to the evening after the palace interview.I had gone straight to the hospital, still buzzing from everything that happened. The moment I walked into my sister’s room, I saw Lia sitting

GwenMy heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Cedric had barely managed to slip into the wardrobe and close the door when my father’s voice boomed again from the hallway.“Gwen, if you don’t open this, I’m going to break it down!”I swallowed hard, my hands shaking as I rushed to the door. “Wait, hold on, Father. I’ll be right out before you know it!”I opened the door, forcing a bright, innocent smile onto my face even though my legs felt like jelly. My father stood there, fuming, his face red with anger and suspicion.“Why didn’t you open the door when I’ve been knocking?” he demanded, pushing past me into the room.“I’m sorry, Father,” I chuckled nervously, my voice higher than usual. “I didn’t mean to. I was… changing. I didn’t hear you at first.”He didn’t look convinced. His eyes scanned the room slowly, moving from the bed to the curtains, then toward the wardrobe where Cedric was hiding. My stomach twisted with fear.“Is there a problem, Father?” I asked, tryi

Cedric Leah stood there frozen, her hand still hovering in the air right where it had brushed against me. Her eyes were wide, cheeks burning a deep, unmistakable red. For a second neither of us moved at all. The silence between us was deafening in a way that made every second feel twice as long as it actually was.Then she let out a nervous laugh, the kind that’s more reflex than amusement, like her body was desperately trying to defuse the tension before either of us had to acknowledge it directly.“Wow,” she said, her voice shaky but reaching for playful anyway. “I didn’t know I had that effect on you.” She bit her lip, her eyes dropping briefly before she caught herself and looked away quickly, cheeks somehow going even redder.“Leah, I — it’s not — I didn’t mean—” The words came out in a completely useless order. I ran a hand through my hair, which did absolutely nothing helpful.My face was burning. My brain had stopped functioning at a useful level. Oh God. This is a disaster.