Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 611

Rufus’ POV:

I had been too busy today that I didn’t have the time to even drink water. My subordinates even followed me back to my room so we could continue our discussion.

I was so annoyed that I wanted to smoke a cigarette. However, one of the elders stopped me, saying smoking wasn’t good for my health. However, he was secretly smoking in a corner.

I was frustrated and pissed off.

When I entered the room, I saw my subordinates sitting in a row. At first, they were only expressing their opinions one after the other. However, later, they got into a heated discussion.

I pulled my tie, pretending to be serious as I listened to their conversation.

In fact, Sylvia was all I could think about.

I was indeed angry with her, but most importantly, I didn’t forgive Sylvia immediately because I wanted her to take me seriously.

My name and status in the family had been witnessing a terrible decline. If things went on this way and we have a child in the future, I was afraid the situation would only get worse.

Therefore, I decided to hold back my love and longing for her. I couldn’t compromise with her until at least midnight.

Sylvia had been texting me every half an hour, informing me what she was doing. But all of a sudden, the messages stopped.

I thought she would come to me, but she didn’t.

I glanced at my phone again. There was still no new message from her, not even an emoji.

I couldn’t help but wonder if she was angry. It would break my heart if she ignored me like last time. Cheering her up wasn’t an easy task. However, I seemed to make the same mistake again.

My stomach began to churn with anxiety.

I couldn’t wait to k**s her and tell her how much I loved her. Sylvia’s pitiful face flashed in my mind, and my heart melted into a puddle.

I let out a weary sigh, and my subordinates immediately fell silent.

Only then did I realize I was still in a meeting.

The people in the room were all terrified, thinking they had said something wrong.

I cleared my throat awkwardly. “Go on. What did you just say?”

The room erupted with noises as everyone got into a heated discussion again.

I looked at the clock on the wall, and my desire to meet Sylvia intensified.

Just then, I heard a noise from the wardrobe.

I looked around to check if it was a mouse, but there was nothing around, so I didn’t care.

A few seconds later, I heard the sound again. It was the dinging of a bell.

I waved my hand, gesturing for everyone to calm down.

Everyone shut their mouths and waited for me to speak.

Although the noise had disappeared, I realized someone had come to my room when I wasn’t present.

The bed sheet and quilt were wrinkled. It was obvious someone had moved them.

I immediately realized someone had sneaked in, so I stood up and looked at my subordinates, gesturing that someone was in the wardrobe.

I assumed it was an assassin. I thought I could live in peace for the time being at the border and didn’t expect to encounter the same trouble over and over again. I wasn’t really surprised though.

I sneered and walked toward the wardrobe.

My men understood what I meant and immediately followed me, ready to attack, as they gradually walked toward the wardrobe.

I shifted my stance and stared at the wardrobe coldly. Then, I grabbed the handle and yanked the door open. However, my mind went blank, and my body froze when I saw what was inside.

Fortunately, my hand reacted faster than my brain. I slammed the door shut and pressed myself against it.

‘Damn it! What the hell!’