Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 115

Rufus’ POV:

After Maya informed me that Sylvia had left a message for me, I began looking for her everywhere. I was so worried that I began hyperventilating.

Finally, my racing heart gradually slowed when I saw Sylvia’s roommate, Flora. She told me that Sylvia’s leg had recovered, which made me feel a little relieved. However, I was confused. ‘Wasn’t her leg injury the reason why she couldn’t come to the ball?’

Countless guesses swarmed in my mind. Someone wore Sylvia’s dress and appeared on the ball. Moreover, Maya looked disheveled and anxious when she came to me. Obviously, someone was behind all this.

I broke into a cold sweat as I feared Sylvia might be in danger. I had never been this scared before.

Panic wracked my nerves.

“Rufus, go to the training ground. Flora just said that Sylvia was there,” Omar reminded me.

I took deep breaths and calmed down. I was so flustered that I didn’t hear what Flora had said.

After calming down, I went to the training ground.

My heart leaped to my throat the moment I stepped into the training ground. Sylvia and a man were lying on the ground, watching the stars.

‘Damn it! I had never gazed the sky with Sylvia.’ Not just that, the two were chatting happily.

Jealousy reared its ugly head. “Sylvia, what are you doing?” I growled.

Sylvia’s POV:

“Sylvia.” I heard a familiar voice from a distance.

I thought I had an auditory hallucination.

“Sylvia.” I heard the voice again.

This time, I was sure it was really Rufus.

Rufus’ arrival made me feel guilty. Although I didn’t do anything inappropriate with Warren here, I still began to feel nervous.

I turned around and saw him standing at a distance, staring at me.

I immediately sprang up to my feet. The quick movement gave me a head rush, so I lost balance.

Warren reached out to help me up, but just as he was about to touch me, I saw Rufus’ jaw tighten, and his gaze grew sharper.

I dodged Warren’s hand and stumbled forward.

I didn’t know what I was afraid of, but my intuition told me not to let Warren hold me.

I quickly thanked Warren and walked to Rufus. My face flushed with embarrassment, and I didn’t dare to look at him.

“What are you doing here?”

Rufus didn’t even look at Warren. He continued to stare at me.

I dropped my gaze to the floor and looked at my shoes. “Shouldn’t you be at the ball?” I asked, shifting on my feet.

Although Rufus didn’t say anything, I could feel his burning gaze. Just as I was about to look up, he pulled me into his arms.

I was so scared that I didn’t bother resisting.

Rufus’ rapid breath blew against my ear. It looked like he was breathless after a long run.

‘Has he run all the way to find me?’

I leaned against his chest and heard his heart crashing against his chest.

My mind began to spin, and I couldn’t think properly.

Although the hug was unexpected, I didn’t try rejecting it. I even wanted to stay in his arms a little longer. I was putty in his hands. Rufus made me feel things that I had never felt before. I was addicted to him; he was the oxygen that kept me going.

“Nice to meet you here, Prince Rufus.” I turned and saw Warren standing beside Rufus, his hand stretched out in a greeting.

Only then did I remember Warren was still there, so I quickly broke free from Rufus’ arms.

Rufus frowned, looking displeased. He didn’t bother shaking hands with Warren and continued to ignore him. Warren withdrew his hand awkwardly.

“Prince Rufus, why are you here?” Warren asked.

He, too, didn’t understand what Rufus was doing here when he should be at the ball right now.

Rufus didn’t answer; he continued to ignore Warren. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped my face.

I was so flustered that I held his hand. I wanted to stop him, but it seemed like I was holding his hand now.

“Don’t move. Your face is full of grass clippings.”

He pursed his lips and continued to wipe my face. Although his face bore no emotion, I could see a glint of grievance in his eyes.

‘Oh, God! What’s wrong with me? I guess something is definitely wrong with my eyes.’