Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 452

Rufus’ POV:

I turned on all the lights in the room. Now, I could clearly see the panic on the slave’s face. She quickly knelt on the floor with her forehead to the carpet and kept sobbing uncontrollably.

I was so annoyed that I snapped, “I’m not going to kill you for the time being. Calm down already.”

The slave raised her head and looked at me dubiously.

I was even more annoyed. Damn it! Why did Geoffrey have to send me a fool?

“I won’t kill you, but I need you to be on my side. Help me investigate this pack. Play along and deceive Geoffrey about what happened tonight, okay?” I explained to her patiently. “If you understand what I’m saying, just nod.”

The slave nodded and wiped her tears with her sleeve. At long last, she had calmed down.

I looked away and said coldly, “Then you know what to do. Hurry up.”

The slave instantly understood what I meant. She took off her coat, tore her clothes in disarray and pinched her own skin, leaving red marks of intimacy.

I turned around and refused to look at her. After a while, I heard the sounds of rustling blankets behind me. The slave must’ve gone to bed.

My tightly knitted brows were relaxed somewhat. It seemed that the slave was actually smart when she was thinking straight.

“Just lie there. I think Geoffrey will send someone to check on me in a few hours.” As I thought about this, I couldn’t help but sneer. If Geoffrey wanted to play tricks on me, then I’d play tricks on him in return.

The slave couldn’t speak, so she nodded and ducked under the blanket, not daring to show her head.

Good. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to her anyway. I sat down on the sofa and planned to wait for dawn.

Just then, I suddenly caught a whiff of Sylvia’s scent.

I was so shocked that I leaped out of the sofa and looked around in a panic. Omar shouted, “Hurry up! Get this slave out of here!”

This brought me back to my senses. I rushed to the bed and pulled the slave out from under the covers. “You need to get out of here.”

The slave looked stunned and didn’t seem to understand what was going on. She stared at me blankly and didn’t budge.

Both my b***d and my energy seemed to flow into my brain at the same time. I nearly lost my patience with this damn stupid slave.

But Sylvia’s scent was getting closer and closer. I was running out of time. I rudely yanked the slave’s arms and tried to drag her off the bed.

“Let me make myself clear. Get out if you don’t want to die.”

The slave was so frightened that she burst into tears again. As I tried to pull her away, she reached for the edge of the bed and clung to it tightly, unwilling to go. For a moment, even I couldn’t move her.

She looked at me pleadingly, as though she was scared out of her wits that I was about to kill her.

“Let go! I’m not going to… F**k!” I didn’t know how to explain the situation to her in so short a time.

“It’s too late, Rufus. Sylvia’s near. Hide the damned vampire,” Omar suggested hurriedly.

“It will be even weirder if I hide her!” I was exasperated. If I had known what was going to happen, I would have thrown the slave out earlier.

While I was trying to drag her away, the door was suddenly kicked open.

The slave cried even more bitterly. I didn’t know if she was doing it on purpose. She made it look like I really had done something bad to her.

My body instantly went stiff and I didn’t dare to look at the door.

I held my breath as Sylvia’s ghostly voice sounded from behind me. “My dear Rufus, what are you doing?”