Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 422
Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Leonardâs POV:
I looked at the smiling girl in front of me and couldnât help but sigh contentedly. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that Iâd get to sit and chat happily with Sylvia one day.
âYou and Edwin are on good terms,â she said suddenly. Sylvia tilted her head and looked at me curiously. âYou mentioned he grew up with you. Did you mean that youâve never been separated?â
I nodded. âYes. When we were young, we went to military school together and even fought battles together. Weâre not related by b***d, but we might as well be brothers.â
Sylvia pouted enviously. âHow nice. Such a friendship is hard to come by. But heâs a lot like Owen, am I right? Theyâre both always so serious.â
I shook my head and chuckled, thinking about how Owen and Edwin used to bicker with each other every day. âYou couldnât be more wrong. They both just pretend to be serious in front of the younger ones like you. Neither of them is serious at all. Actually, theyâre both chatterboxes!â
âNo way!â Sylvia shook her head in disbelief.
Later, she asked a lot of more questions about Edwin. Gradually, I began to sense that Sylvia was after something.
âEdwin must be a father, right? Does he have a child around the same age as Warren?â Sylvia asked with great interest.
I looked into her clear, doe-like eyes and felt conflicted. I wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. âWhy do you ask?â
Sylvia stammered, âI⦠Iâm just⦠Curious.â
Her unnatural expression confirmed my guess. My eyes went wide with shock.
Damn it! How could Sylvia have a crush on Edwin?!
I awkwardly cleared my throat and quickly changed the topic. âWhen you have time, you should practice fighting with Rufus. Heâs the strongest werewolf in your generation, even better than me in my prime. Iâm already a thing of the past.â
Sylvia nodded in agreement. âRufus has been giving me some tips.â
âHeâs been integral to maintaining the empireâs stable development over the past few years. The vampire race has come to fear Rufus. It can be said that heâs the werewolf raceâs trump card,â I sincerely praised Rufus.
After spending just a few days with Sylvia, I thought that she and Rufus were a perfect match.
What the hell was wrong with her? Why was she interested in Edwin?
If Rufus knew this, there would only be trouble. Rufus would never tolerate an unfaithful mate.
I continued praising Rufus deliberately, hoping that Sylvia would give up on Edwin.
As we chatted, the sun dipped in the horizon. It was time for us to go our separate ways. But before we parted, Sylvia suddenly invited me to dinner at Rufusâ palace.
âI really appreciate all your help these days. Please come,â Sylvia begged.
I couldnât help but sigh internally. She was such a good girl. I really hoped that she would forget about Edwin.
Just then, Sylvia smiled and added, âOh, and please take Edwin with you.â
I nearly failed to keep my composure. How dare she?! How could she invite Edwin to Rufusâ palace? Did she want Rufus to know of her infidelity?
I replied as vaguely as possible, saying Iâd go to the dinner but not promising whether Iâd bring Edwin or not.
Sylvia nodded and bounded off happily. She probably thought I was bringing Edwin.
I closed my eyes and pressed my fingertips against my aching temple. To my surprise, when I brought it up with Edwin, he insisted on going with me.
I couldnât help but roar, âWhat exactly is your plan?â
Edwin glanced at me calmly and teased, âIâll make sure you wonât eat anything that you shouldnât eat.â
This rendered me speechless.
Once upon a time, I attended another packâs banquet. There, a particular dish was servedâspicy rabbit head. I loved it so much that I couldnât help but eat a lot of it. As a result, my stomach bled and I was sent to ICU.
From then on, whenever there was a banquet, Edwin would go with me no matter what.
Things wouldâve been fine if he was coming with me just for this reason.
But when I saw him dress up so carefully for the dinner with Sylvia and Rufus, I couldnât help but feel that something was offâ¦