Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 92

Sylvia’s POV:

“No, there’s nothing going on between us,” I quickly denied and threw the card back into the box to hide it.

But Flora squinted suspiciously and touched her chin. “If you two are not in love, why does he have to give you such a precious gift? Just the dress alone is from a top luxury brand that even rich werewolves can’t easily buy, not to mention the jewelry and other accessories. All of them are invaluable.”

As she spoke, she slowly approached me. “I also heard that you lived in Prince Rufus’ palace before you entered the academy.”

I swallowed hard, stunned by her words. I didn’t expect that she could be this sharp at times.

“Flora, let me explain. I…”

“Sylvia…” Flora interrupted before I could even start explaining. She smiled and said, “Haven’t you had any intimate interaction with each other? Prince Rufus always looks cold and abstinent in public. But what does he look like in private? Is he like a crazy beast that pounces on you and eats you up?”

The more she spoke, the more excited she became. She even shook my hand and added, “Come on, tell me. How intimate are you?”

I withdrew my hand and smiled awkwardly. I couldn’t help recalling those moments I spent with Rufus. The first time he picked me up in his arms, the high temperature of his palms, his gaze at me when he spoke, his smell, and his heartbeat… Everything seemed to be engraved in my bones and had become indelible marks.

“Have you two kissed?” Flora wouldn’t give up easily.

“No, of course not! Will you please stop assuming?” I covered my hot face. Remembering that brief k**s we had shared that day made me feel like I was burning.

“You’re lying.” Flora seemed to feel that she had caught me, so she looked complacent. “Don’t be shy. It’s normal for girls to talk about some in-depth topics, okay?”

I pushed her away angrily. “Don’t make fun of me, Flora. I really have nothing to do with Prince Rufus.”

She pursed her lips and finally stopped teasing me. “All right. But I really think that you and Prince Rufus are a perfect match. It will be wonderful if you two can be together.”

I lowered my head and smiled, feeling helpless in my heart. “Flora, don’t forget that I’m just a slave. I have no right to even dream of being with a prince.”

“Why not? As long as you love each other, everything else doesn’t matter,” Flora countered.

A sense of bitterness surged up in my heart. Love was such an extravagant word, and I never dared to ask for it.

“I’m only grateful to Prince Rufus. That’s all.” No matter how much I liked him, I couldn’t say it out loud just like that. I didn’t want to make things difficult for him.

“Oh, poor Prince Rufus! He’s being denied,” Flora exclaimed exaggeratedly.

I shook my head, walked to the window, and looked up at the starry sky. “Flora, I’m very rational now. Since Prince Rufus is willing to help me and send me to this academy to study, I will always keep the debt of gratitude I owe him in my heart. I will also serve the royal family in the future and…”

I paused, turned around, winked, and smiled at her. Then I continued, “Prince Rufus sent me the dress only because he wanted me to be his partner at the ball. So please don’t think too much about it.”

“Okay, if you say so,” Flora said with a pout. Obviously, she was not convinced. “You’re a very capable she-wolf, and Prince Rufus is discerning. That is why he defied others’ opinions and persuaded them to let you study in this academy. It’s just a pity that I can’t see you two together.”

I reached out and pinched her pouting mouth. “Hey, cheer up! I know you only want what’s good for me. I will do my best to become stronger and get rid of my identity as a slave. And you have to work hard too.”

My words made Flora smile again. “Rumors have it that Prince Rufus is terrifying, moody, cold-blooded, and cruel. Is that true?”