Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 140

Rufus’ POV:

I was about to say something, but Sylvia suddenly turned around and left before I could even open my mouth. I didn’t know why she acted that way, so I quickly followed her.

She just kept walking silently with her head down. I coughed several times, but she didn’t even look back at me.

I looked at her back in distress, wondering why she was angry. She was fine in the morning, and nothing seemed wrong during the class.

“Omar, what do you think she’s thinking now?” I felt like this was even more difficult to figure out than the most profound math problem in the world.

“Maybe she’s thinking about what happened last night,” Omar answered in an unfathomable but convincing tone.

“About what happened last night? Do you think she regretted it?” I panicked at once. “She can’t. I’m her man now, so she must be responsible for me to the end.”

“Rufus, calm down and listen to me first, okay? I think Sylvia is angry because you didn’t perform well and satisfy her last night,” Omar calmly analyzed. “You need to find another chance to show her your full capacity.”

“You’re right! I’ll take Sylvia back to my room in a moment.”

I kept following behind Sylvia like a ghost, racking my brains of ways to make her happy.

At this point, she suddenly turned around and bumped into my chest.

“Did you hit your head?” I asked, checking her forehead nervously.

Rufus’ POV:

I was about to say something, but Sylvia suddenly turned around and left before I could even open my mouth. I didn’t know why she acted that way, so I quickly followed her.

Sylvia didn’t say anything. Much to my surprise, she pulled me to a secluded corner and pressed me against the wall.

Sylvia’s POV:

Rufus had been like a ghost, following behind me silently. I slowed down my pace on purpose, but he didn’t get closer to me. He was such a fool.

His existence was already eye-catching in the first place. Along the way, I had felt the confused gazes of countless passers-by. I had no choice but to turn around and pull him into a corner where no one could see us.

“Why are you following me? People are all looking at us,” I said to Rufus angrily, pressing him against the wall fiercely.

The corners of Rufus’ mouth rose, and he pinched my pouting lips. “You’re finally willing to talk to me.”

I was so angry that I bit his finger. “Stop following me.”

Rufus raised his eyebrows disapprovingly and countered, “Okay, I won’t follow you. I’ll just take you back.”

“You…” I let go of his finger crossly and pulled my body away. “Tell me, why are you following me?”

“Well… Tell me why you’re angry first.” Rufus reached out and caressed my face.

My cheeks felt hot, so I knew I was blushing. I avoided his gaze. “You deliberately embarrassed me on stage just now. You made everyone laugh at me.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” Rufus immediately put on a serious look. “There was really something wrong with your punches just now. You were too stiff. It would make it easier for your opponent to find your flaws. Besides, you blink too much. You lowered your head with your eyes closed and dodged as soon as you saw that your opponent was about to attack, so it would be difficult for you to find a good opportunity to fight back.”

“Then why didn’t you choose someone else to demonstrate instead? Many of my classmates have seen me embarrassed. If there’s really something wrong in my punches, you can teach me in private.” The seriousness on his face pissed me off.

Rufus suddenly froze, and his ears turned red in an instant. He carefully held my hands and asked, “Do you really think so? Can I teach you in private?”

“Why not? Isn’t it better to teach me in private? Maybe it is more efficient.” As I spoke, I looked at him in confusion.

Rufus cleared his throat and said, “Okay, I’ll teach you in private from now on then.”

I snorted, feeling a little relieved. I held his hands back and said, “You just don’t know how embarrassed I was today.”

Rufus looked at me guiltily and explained, “I actually wanted to choose someone else. But when I saw you, I couldn’t help but want to touch you. I missed your smell, and I wanted to hold you tightly.”

His words dissipated my anger in an instant. And the temperature on my face began to rise.