Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 762 Love And Hate

Rufus’ POV:

A hint of panic momentarily flashed across Sylvia’s face as she raised her head and cautiously asked, “Why are you asking me that?” Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I looked at the chair beside the bed. “It looks like the chair has been moved.”

She looked in the direction of the chair and smiled. “I ran out in a hurry, so I accidentally bumped into it. Besides, I just woke up. I wouldn’t know if anyone came here, anyway.”

I nodded. “That makes sense.”

Sylvia rubbed her eyes and yawned. “I’m kind of sleepy, Rufus.”

“You should go to bed, then.” 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. “Alright, I’ll get some rest. You can go ahead with your work.”

“Okay. I’ll have someone bring you some food here later.” “Okay.” She kissed the back of my hand and nodded.

I stared at her intently for a moment until I gathered to courage to ask, “Sylvia, are you going to leave me someday?”

For a moment, Sylvia gave me a confused look. Then, she tried to reassure me by smiling as she replied, “What kind of question is that? Of course not. I won’t ever leave you.”

“That’s good,” 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.

“Maybe something was wrong with Blair. Maybe Sylvia really was asleep and she didn’t know someone went inside her ward. I don’t know what Blair is doing inside her room, but the next time I meet him, I swear I’ll teach him a lesson!” Omar angrily exclaimed. The more he talked, the more infuriated he became.

However, I didn’t lose my temper and remained calm as I said, “Sylvia didn’t sleep that time.”

“What?”

“When Blair went inside her ward, she was awake. That chair hadn’t been moved. It was in exactly the same spot when I left.”

Omar sounded totally confused when he asked, “What do you mean? I don’t understand. Do you mean to say Blair didn’t sit on the chair? But how did that have anything to do with whether Sylvia was awake or not?”

I chuckled at Omar’s question. He really didn’t get it. Although I seemed amused by his remark, I actually wasn’t. In fact, I felt terrible. “I know Blair well enough to know that he has a habit that he picked up from the army. He’ll put everything he touches back to its original place. But Sylvia told me that she accidentally bumped into that chair, and…”

One thing I noticed when Sylvia answered me was that she kept pinching the knuckle of her index finger with her thumb. She probably didn’t realize that she did it whenever she felt guilty.

“She was lying to me.” Omar fell silent, and so did I.

I let out a wry smile. “She lied to me, for Blair.”

“Maybe Sylvia has her own reasons to do so. I think you should investigate this further. This is too much of a shock for me.” Omar sighed. He probably didn’t 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 driver’s 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 didn’t 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 didn’t suffer any fatal injuries, but my car was unfortunately beyond repair.

The sold*iers 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 couldn’t 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.