Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 444
Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Harryâs POV:
Joanna gave me a complicated look.
I didnât know why, but I had a feeling that she hated me very much.
Plus, she always wore a helpless look, as though she carried with her some unspeakable secrets.
I stole a glance at her. She was fair and pretty, I guess. But she was far from adorable.
In fact, I had never seen such a cold and brutal she-wolf who could played with dangerous weapons like it was nothing.
I couldnât help but sigh. Joanna heard me and frowned. âWhat made you sigh?â
âNothing. I just look up to you, thatâs all.â I gave her my most charming smile in the hopes that sheâd let down her walls and reveal some information. âYou must be tired. Itâs not easy for a she-wolf to disguise herself as a man and deceive everyone.â
Joanna looked at me wordlessly. Suddenly, she smiled again.
Every time she smiled, it sent a shiver down my spine.
âWhy are you smiling?â I hugged myself and trembled slightly, goose bumps forming on my skin.
Seeing how uneasy I was, Joanna smiled even more brightly. She patted me on the head and said dotingly, âNothing. I just think youâre cute.â
Oh, my God! I could hardly keep my cool any longer. What the hell did she want to do?
I pouted, wondering if she was just a sadist who enjoyed torturing me. How could there be such a hateful she-wolf?
âWell, since Iâm so cute, why donât you tell me your secret?â I segued smoothly. I blinked at her and pretended to look sweet and innocent. My tone was extremely soft.
Joannaâs smile widened. She mimicked my voice and asked softly, âWhat do you think, Harry the cutie?â
I tried to laugh but it came out sounding unnatural. âWhatâs the matter? Weâre already so familiar with each other.â
In the blink of an eye, Joannaâs smile disappeared and was replaced with a cold, fierce look. âJust drop it. Donât think that I donât know whatâs on your mind.â
Then she reached up and started feeling the wall, looking for a way out.
Refusing to give up, I stubbornly followed her. âIâm on your side. What if I know your target? I might be able to help. Besides, youâve been lurking around for so long yet youâve gotten nowhere. Am I right?â
Joanna snorted and didnât even look at me. âIf you know so much, then why ask me?â
âHey, John, just tell me!â
I called her by her fake name subconsciously. Hearing this, she turned around and glared at me murderously.
But earlier, she didnât want me to call her by her real name. Why couldnât she just make up her mind?
I swallowed and quickly retracted my statement. âErr, I meant, Joanna⦠Just tell meâ¦â
Joanna couldnât stand my pestering any longer. She looked at me seriously and said, âIf you want to live, donât ask too many questions.â
I reluctantly shut up, though I still felt very conflicted.
If Joannaâs existence could harm my friends, I wouldnât tolerate herâeven if it would cost me my life.
But now my life was in her hands. How on earth could I bargain with her?
Perhaps it was because I was sulking that Joannaâs tone softened. She explained, âDonât worry. My target isnât anyone you care about, but an evil werewolf who deserves to die a miserable death.â
âWell, thatâs a relief,â I replied perkily, pretending to be comforted.
Joanna didnât say anything more and continued to look for an exit.
I was watching her quietly when a thought occurred to me.
What if she was lying to me?
Right now, I had no choice but to pretend to believe her. But I secretly swore to myself that Iâd never let her out of my sight. I couldnât let her harm my friends.
The sewer was very long and tortuous. It took us about ten minutes of groping around in the dark before we found an exit.
Despite finally having found a way out, my troubles were not over.
Being short and slim, Joanna climbed out of the manhole without a hitch.
I, on the other hand, was wider in girth. My h**s got stuck because the manhole was too small.
Joanna had to pull me out as though she was harvesting a carrot. It took a long time before I got out.
Our faces were flushes and we were both panting from the effort.
Shame! What a shame!
I felt so humiliated. Absent-minded, I followed Joanna back to the wall to reunite with the team.