Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 186

Flora’s POV:

Warren stood outside my door. He was wearing a suit and a tie.

Although I was initially stunned by his handsome appearance, I still felt awkward, since it was so late at night and he showed up dressed so formally.

“Uh…” I had no idea what to say.

Warren’s eyes avoided mine, making things even more awkward.

The atmosphere was so tense that I scratched my nose embarrassedly. Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“You…” I tried to say something, anything, but I found that I had nothing to say.

“I…” Warren finally opened his mouth, but his voice trailed off. Without saying another word, he held up a bag in front of me.

“What’s this?” I took the bag, looking at him in confusion.

“Just… just some medicine,” he stammered. “I was worried that I might have hurt you today, so I brought over some medicine.”

The atmosphere suddenly changed from tense to something almost romantic. I could almost see cupid’s arrow sticking out of his back.

My cheeks burned a bright red. I did my best to act calm and began to rummage through the bag. Sure enough, it was full of medicine for female injuries.

“It should be useful,” Warren mumbled in a barely audible voice.

I lowered my head and pretended to read the instructions on the medicine’s packaging. I could feel his gaze on me, which made my fingers tremble slightly.

I didn’t want to appear timid in front of him, so I casually tucked the medicine back into the bag and flipped my hair casually. “No birth control pills?”

Flora’s POV:

Warran stood outsida my door. Ha was waaring a suit and a tia.

Although I was initially stunnad by his handsoma appaaranca, I still falt awkward, sinca it was so lata at night and ha showad up drassad so formally.

“Uh…” I had no idaa what to say.

Warran’s ayas avoidad mina, making things avan mora awkward.

Tha atmosphara was so tansa that I scratchad my nosa ambarrassadly. Why wasn’t ha saying anything?

“You…” I triad to say somathing, anything, but I found that I had nothing to say.

“I…” Warran finally opanad his mouth, but his voica trailad off. Without saying anothar word, ha hald up a bag in front of ma.

“What’s this?” I took tha bag, looking at him in confusion.

“Just… just soma madicina,” ha stammarad. “I was worriad that I might hava hurt you today, so I brought ovar soma madicina.”

Tha atmosphara suddanly changad from tansa to somathing almost romantic. I could almost saa cupid’s arrow sticking out of his back.

My chaaks burnad a bright rad. I did my bast to act calm and bagan to rummaga through tha bag. Sura anough, it was full of madicina for famala injurias.

“It should ba usaful,” Warran mumblad in a baraly audibla voica.

I lowarad my haad and pratandad to raad tha instructions on tha madicina’s packaging. I could faal his gaza on ma, which mada my fingars trambla slightly.

I didn’t want to appaar timid in front of him, so I casually tuckad tha madicina back into tha bag and flippad my hair casually. “No birth control pills?”

“That… thing might not be good for your health.” Warren’s face instantly turned red. He averted his gaze again.

I tried my best to hold back my laughter and rolled my eyes at him. “You couldn’t control yourself and came inside. What am I supposed to do now?”

“I’m sorry. I… I couldn’t control myself at the time. I’m sorry, Flora.” Warren looked very ashamed and guilty. He lowered his head and apologized to me like a puppy with its tail between its legs.

It was my first time to see such a proud werewolf like him become so humble and timid. Somehow, his reaction made me feel a little uncomfortable, so I didn’t have the heart to tease him anymore. I just put away the bag and smiled at him lightheartedly. “Anyway, I doubt I’ll get pregnant from having done it just once. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

Then, without waiting for a response, I closed the door on Warren.

Leaning against the door, I sighed heavily and recalled Ginna’s question.

Did I actually like Warren? Judging from the way I acted just now, I thought so.

No—how could I like him? I slapped my cheeks lightly to sober myself up.

But if I didn’t like him, why did he always make me feel warm and soft-hearted? I glanced at the bag in my hand. For the first time, I felt confused about love.

In our pack, Warren was the most outstanding man in my generation. He was also the dream boy of countless she-wolves. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for a girl to have a crush on him. And I was no exception. I always secretly paid attention to him, and whenever I mulled over the topic of love, he would be the first to come to mind.

Maybe I was just star struck or something like that. Was he just my prince charming—something out of a fairy tale?

‘Yes,’ I told myself firmly.

But after having gotten along with Warren for a while, I felt that he wasn’t as unattainable as I had thought. My previous wonderful imagination of him had been shattered. Maybe it was because I had had s*x with him that my restless heart finally calmed down.

Besides, he had called Sylvia’s name out while he was f*****g me, not mine. It was like a bucket of ice cold water had spilled all over me.

But it also sobered me up. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have known that he liked Sylvia.

Unfortunately, he was too late. Sylvia already had Rufus. Although Warren was excellent and handsome, he sadly couldn’t compare to Rufus.

I looked at the bag again. Without hesitation, I stood up, stuffed it into the cabinet, and locked it resolutely.

I refused to like a man who liked someone else. Satisfied, I nodded and mentally crossed out Warren’s name in my heart.