Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 690

Rufus’ POV:

After I parted ways with Leonard, Sylvia and I went back to shopping. I bought her a lot of things. Sylvia had to stop me from buying more in the end. Then, we went home with satisfaction.

After having dinner in the evening, Sylvia went into her room. I had no idea what she was doing. I went to the study because I had a video conference to attend.

It was already nine o’clock at night when I came out of the study. I poured a glass of milk and headed to our room. At that time, I found that Sylvia was sitting on the carpet and cutting a piece of wood.

I put the glass of milk on the table and kissed her on her cheek. “What are you doing?”

Sylvia gave me a sly smile and said, “You can take a guess!”

As she talked, she waved the wood in her hand naughtily.

I rubbed my chin as if I was really thinking and guessed, “Are you making a broom?”

Hearing my words, Sylvia burst into laughter and said, “You are wrong! You aren’t going to have my k****s tonight.”

Then, she pulled out a paper under her buttocks and said, “Well, take a look at it yourself.”

On the paper, there was a drawing of a beautiful walking stick.

“Wow! Did you design it by yourself?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I was amazed by her design. Sylvia always surprised me with her hidden talents.

Hearing my words, Sylvia snorted smugly and said, “Of course, I drew it and I’m going to carve it. Leonard said that holding a crutch makes him look stupid. So, I am going to make a beautiful walking stick for him. Let’s see what excuses he will use this time.”

She looked so cute when she complained like a child. I couldn’t resist my urge to k**s her. Immediately, I dropped the design drawing and held her tightly in my arms before kissing her passionately.

After some time, Sylvia pushed me away and said, “Hey, I haven’t finished talking yet!” She looked so beautiful with her rosy cheeks and swollen red lips.

Seeing her in that way, I couldn’t help but k**s her on her lips again.

“Sure, go ahead.” I smoothed her messy hair and sat down to listen to her.

To my surprise, Sylvia frowned and said in a sad voice, “But I don’t know if Leonard will like this walking stick or not. What if he thinks I am annoying?”

I shook my head and reassured, “No, he won’t. I’m sure he will like it very much.”

Sylvia looked at me suspiciously and asked, “Why are you so sure? Do you know him that well?”

For a moment, I didn’t know what to say. I coughed slightly and acted as if I was jealous. “If he doesn’t like it, you can give it to me. I mean you haven’t given me any hand-made gift yet.”

A smirk appeared on Sylvia’s face as she promised confidently, “When you become an old man, I will definitely make a wheelchair for you.”

I flicked her forehead gently and scolded her with a smile, “Believe it or not, even if I am old, I can still carry you in my arms.”

Sylvia put on an innocent look and said, “You are much older than me. Don’t you want me to wheel you around every day when we grow old?”

“You naughty girl! Do you think I’m old?” I grabbed her hand and tickled her.

Sylvia laughed out loud and begged for mercy. “No, of course not. I was just kidding.”

I snorted and let go of her. Now, I felt a little unhappy. I really hated myself for being ten years older than her.

But I believed that I could always protect my Sylvia. My biggest duty now was to protect her for the rest of her life and make her happy.

While I was lost in my thoughts, Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief in my arms and sat up straight. Then, she kissed me and said, “Stop messing around and help me make the walking stick.”

I sat there without moving and said expressionlessly, “No. One k**s is not enough. You have to give me ten.”

Sylvia tilted her head and looked at me with her eyes filled with amusement.

“K**s me, or do this yourself.” I pretended to be cold and sat up straight.

Sylvia laughed at my childishness and kissed me again and again on the cheek.

“Now, hurry up! Let’s make the walking stick together.”

Wiping the saliva on my cheek, I was about to complain. But she stopped me by kissing my mouth and licking my lips gently.

“Come on, baby. You are the best.”

My Adam’s apple moved up and down slightly as I looked at her beautiful flushed face. Then, I said in a hoarse voice, “Okay, whatever you want, sweetheart.”