Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 573

Sylvia’s POV:

At the thought of Edwin, I lost my interest in the conversation and slipped into a long silence.

Rufus wrapped his arms around me lovingly and said, “All right. Let’s talk about the potted plant.”

“What’s wrong with the potted plant?” He successfully managed to change the topic. I fixed my gaze on him.

“Does the flower just need to bloom to lift the curse? No special spell is required?” he asked.

“That’s what I think. There was no mention of any special spell in that book. Let’s wait and see what happens after we return to the imperial city.”

We would find out if the curse could be lifted or not based on whether Blair woke up.

As for its effect on Rufus, if the curse didn’t attack him again on a full moon night, this method would be proved fruitful.

But we would have to wait until the flower bloomed. It was just a tiny bud right now.

After chatting for a while, I began getting drowsy. My eyes started drooping as I listened to Rufus.

I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

But this time, I slept fitfully. I always slept peacefully through the night when Rufus was next to me.

But tonight was different. I was plagued by vivid dreams all night.

Even though I knew that I was dreaming, I couldn’t shake myself out of it. In my dream, a huge black thorn had encircled me and wrapped itself around my body until I was completely engulfed. This dream played on loop all night.

When my eyes finally opened, I saw that it was already dawn. The sheets on the other side of the bed were cold. Rufus was missing.

I closed my eyes and massaged my aching temples. Then I lifted my quilt and grabbed the shirt he had casually tossed on the bedside table. Using it to cover my naked body, I got out of bed to look for him.

The floor was covered by a thick cashmere carpet. As I stepped on it with bare feet, my footsteps were muffled.

Looking up, I studied myself in the mirror. Several hickeys dotted my neck, which would not be covered by a collar.

I bit my lower l*p, a wave of distress surging within me. The weather was so warm. I wouldn’t be able to wear a top with a high collar.

While I was fretting over this, a low voice drifted in from outside.

It sounded like Rufus was on a call.

I walked over, wanting to shut the slightly open door and give him privacy. However, I heard Rufus instruct his subordinate in a firm voice to create a fake paternity test report.

My feet were rooted to the spot by the door as confusion filled me. I thought I’d heard it wrong.

“Destroy the real paternity test report and make a fake one. Don’t let anyone discover that Edwin is Sylvia’s biological father.”

Rufus’ voice came from outside again.

I finally understood now.

My mind went blank and I pushed open the door forcefully.

Rufus spun around, his face shining with panic.

“What does making a fake report mean? How dare you deceive me, Rufus?” I asked him frostily.

I was so enraged that I could hear my b***d rushing in my ears.

I didn’t care what the result was. I was more upset about the fact that he had tried to mislead me.

He hurried to take me in arms and hastily explained, “Honey, it wasn’t my intention to deceive you. I didn’t have the guts to tell you the truth yesterday because you were in a bad mood.”

I shoved him, but he didn’t move. I bit his shoulder angrily, leaving a deep bite mark.

“You lied to me!” I spat out through gritted teeth.

“I was wrong, babe. I was wrong. I thought doing this would make you happier.” Rufus kissed me and held me close to him, looking flustered.

“So you had seen the paternity test report already, right?” I watched him with a stony expression.

He hesitated for a while and finally admitted, “Yes, it had been delivered here three days after we arrived at the border. I didn’t have the courage to tell you because I was afraid you would not be able to accept the result. Edwin is indeed your father.”