Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 775
Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Sylviaâs POV:
I panicked when I saw Rufus. âDidnât⦠didnât you tell me that you were going to work late? What are you doing here?â
âThatâs the exact same question I wanna ask you, Sylvia. Why are you here?â Rufus chuckled and asked.
He was talking calmly, but it felt to me like the peace before the storm. My intuition warned me that he was really mad this time.
I opened my mouth, wanting to explain, but didnât know what to say. The whole matter was so complicated that I didnât have the words to give him a clear explanation. Perhaps he would think that I was cooking up excuses.
I was overcome with helplessness as I couldnât figure out what to do.
While I was debating my predicament, Blair suddenly grabbed my hand and fled with me.
âBlair! What are you doing?â I was extremely agitated and wanted to shake his hand off, but I couldnât.
Blair ran like the wind. Considering my pregnancy, he placed one hand on my shoulder, nearly carrying all my weight as we ran.
âBlair, stop! If you make things worse like this, we wonât be able to face the dire consequences!â I shrieked loudly.
I didnât believe for a second that we could escape from Rufus so easily. Blair had sorely underestimated him.
The best way out of this mess was to confess and seek his forgiveness while he was still in control of his temper.
Blair ignored me and continued running. Without sparing me a glance, he hastily said, âIf you still want to leave, stop talking nonsense. Once Rufus catches you, you will be confined to the imperial palace for the rest of your life.â
âRufus is not that kind of man. He wonât do that to me.â I refused to believe Blair. No matter how furious Rufus became with me, he would never threaten me with my freedom. He knew that once he imprisoned me, I would never be happy again.
Blair sniggered as if he was mocking my naivete. âYou can try for yourself if you donât believe me. I grew up with Rufus. I know exactly the kind of person he is. How can a person who has been cursed and tortured since childhood truly be a docile gentle wolf? Rufus only shows tenderness to you. But he is also possessive and might want to control you sometimes as well. Once you piss him off, do you think he will just spare you? Iâve seen his reaction to similar situations before. He is a thousand times more ruthless than you think!â
I lost my temper and shouted, âShut up! Rufus is your best friend. How can you speak ill of him behind his back? I think you are very sick.â
Even if Rufus was really as cruel as Blair claimed, he still held the highest position in my heart. I loved him regardless of the kind of person he was.
Blair snorted, looking angry and sullen. He didnât add anything more and continued dragging me forward.
The wind whistled in my ears. I carefully protected my belly. Fortunately, the baby was well-behaved and I wasnât uncomfortable.
Soon, Blair and I reached the suburb.
However, we were still caught up by Rufus and his men.
I shook Blairâs hand off, staring daggers at him. As I had said earlier, we had no way to escape.
Rufus wore a stony expression, his demeanor chilly and savage. He was dressed in a luxurious suit. The moon was behind him. Half of his body was shrouded by the dark, while the other half was bathed in moonlight, making him look like an angel trapped in hell, holy but also evil.
I was about to call his name, but he didnât give me a chance to speak, aiming a kick at Blair instead.
Blair slammed into a nearby tree stump and spat out a mouthful of b***d. Then he laughed harshly and looked at Rufus defiantly. âCome on. Itâs been a long time since we have fought. Show me what you got.â
Rufusâ face hardened. He got closer to Blair and threw another punch at him.
I was stupefied and wanted to stop them, but both of them were already in the middle of a fierce fight, the seriousness evident on their faces.