Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 762
Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Rufusâ POV:
A hint of panic momentarily flashed across Sylviaâs face as she raised her head and cautiously asked, âWhy are you asking me that?â
I looked at the chair beside the bed. âIt looks like the chair has been moved.â
She looked in the direction of the chair and smiled. âI ran out in a hurry, so I accidentally bumped into it. Besides, I just woke up. I wouldnât know if anyone came here, anyway.â
I nodded. âThat makes sense.â
Sylvia rubbed her eyes and yawned. âIâm kind of sleepy, Rufus.â
âYou should go to bed, then.â I kissed her lips, put her on the bed, and covered her with a blanket.
Sylvia held my hand and rubbed it against her cheek. âAlright, Iâll get some rest. You can go ahead with your work.â
âOkay. Iâll have someone bring you some food here later.â
âOkay.â She kissed the back of my hand and nodded.
I stared at her intently for a moment until I gathered to courage to ask, âSylvia, are you going to leave me someday?â
For a moment, Sylvia gave me a confused look. Then, she tried to reassure me by smiling as she replied, âWhat kind of question is that? Of course not. I wonât ever leave you.â
âThatâs good,â I said with a smile as I tucked her into bed and lulled her to sleep.
After she fell asleep, I walked out of the room and closed the door. My heart immediately sank afterward.
âMaybe something was wrong with Blair. Maybe Sylvia really was asleep and she didnât know someone went inside her ward. I donât know what Blair is doing inside her room, but the next time I meet him, I swear Iâll teach him a lesson!â Omar angrily exclaimed. The more he talked, the more infuriated he became.
However, I didnât lose my temper and remained calm as I said, âSylvia didnât sleep that time.â
âWhat?â
âWhen Blair went inside her ward, she was awake. That chair hadnât been moved. It was in exactly the same spot when I left.â
Omar sounded totally confused when he asked, âWhat do you mean? I donât understand. Do you mean to say Blair didnât sit on the chair? But how did that have anything to do with whether Sylvia was awake or not?â
I chuckled at Omarâs question. He really didnât get it. Although I seemed amused by his remark, I actually wasnât. In fact, I felt terrible. âI know Blair well enough to know that he has a habit that he picked up from the army. Heâll put everything he touches back to its original place. But Sylvia told me that she accidentally bumped into that chair, andâ¦â
One thing I noticed when Sylvia answered me was that she kept pinching the knuckle of her index finger with her thumb. She probably didnât realize that she did it whenever she felt guilty.
âShe was lying to me.â
Omar fell silent, and so did I.
I let out a wry smile. âShe lied to me, for Blair.â
âMaybe Sylvia has her own reasons to do so. I think you should investigate this further. This is too much of a shock for me.â Omar sighed. He probably didnât expect things to turn out like this.
With heavy steps, I slowly walked out of the hospital.
The driver was already waiting for me, but I drove him away and got into the driverâs seat.
It was getting dark, and since it was also raining, there were only a few cars on the road.
As I drove around, I let myself drown in my thoughts at that point.
When I passed a spiral overpass, the front of the car suddenly tilted as it crashed into the flower beds on the roadside.
It was only then that I came to my senses. I felt ridiculously stupid as I touched my aching forehead. I didnât expect that an award-winning car racer like me would have a traffic accident just because I was distracted.
Fortunately, I hit the brake on time and therefore didnât suffer any fatal injuries, but my car was unfortunately beyond repair.
The soldiers quickly went to the scene of the accident and dealt with the situation.
I drove a military car back to the imperial palace alone. The moment I turned off the engine, a sense of loneliness surged in my aching heart.
With a cigarette in my mouth, I sat inside the car and looked at the palace in the distance. The small garden had already been lit up, and I couldnât help but notice that the swing under the tree was with swaying with the wind.
Sylvia would usually sit there and read books or drink tea after dinner.
With that thought in mind, I took out my phone and made a call.