Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 765

Sylvia’s POV:

I was startled and froze in my tracks, my puzzled eyes flying to him.

He tossed the cigarette butt he was holding into the trash, took his coat off, and left it on the balcony. Then he walked in and closed the balcony door.

He came closer to me, touched my cheek, and softly explained, “You’re pregnant. It’s not good for you to inhale the smoke.”

I grabbed his hand and scrutinized his forehead carefully. “Maya told me you got into an accident while driving. Are you alright?”

“It’s not a big deal. Why did you leave the hospital without informing me?” Rufus frowned, picked me up, stepped over the broken porcelain pieces that were lying on the ground, and deposited me on the bed.

“I didn’t want to stay in the hospital anymore, so I left.” As I spoke, I helped him remove his thin jacket.

Rufus was very quiet tonight, and the usual smile in his eyes was missing. After settling me in bed, he went out to ask a servant to clean the room. Then, he went to the study to make a few phone calls.

Quite some time passed before I finally got the chance to talk to him peacefully.

I walked to the study in my slippers and sat next to him. The small leather seat could barely hold both of us.

Rufus put his pen down with a sigh and pulled me into his lap. In a low voice, he asked, “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you in bed resting?”

“Let’s talk. Tell me, why did you smoke so much today, and why are you so downcast?” I grabbed his arm as if I was interrogating him about a crime.

Although Rufus was outwardly showing that he was fine, I knew something had happened. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so upset.

“I’m sorry. I know I said I would quit smoking, but I couldn’t control myself.” Rufus looked down at me, his slightly lowered eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes.

I held his face and watched him seriously. “Rufus, I’m not blaming you. I’m worried about you. What happened?”

Rufus studied me for several moments quietly. His powerful arms were wrapped around my waist.

He stayed silent for a long time, and so did I. The two of us just looked at each other soundlessly.

It started raining again outside. The steadily pounding rain shattered the silence of the room. The weather was terrible these days. As it continued raining heavily, the temperature dropped considerably. It was cold outside, but luckily the room was still warm.

I curled my lips and was about to say something, but Rufus finally spoke.

“Sylvia, nothing has happened. It’s just a political issue. I’ve just tried to take over my father’s post, and many elders of the royal family are trying to pull me down. They’re trying to intimidate me with their formidable qualifications.”

I tilted my head back to observe his expression. He looked as placid as a tranquil lake.

It was widely known that these elders were difficult people. Ethan had always been tolerant of them and turned a blind eye when they crossed their limits. However, given Rufus’ character, there was no way he would take their despicable behavior lying down.

Those elders definitely knew the kind of person Rufus was. They wouldn’t let him ascend the throne easily.

Once Rufus came to power, he would have to get rid of all the lurking dangers and troubles in the empire first.

At that time, these people would certainly unite to resist him. Many of them had once admired and supported Richard too.

Rufus intended to destroy these people when he’d defeated Richard, but Ethan had stopped him.

After all, Ethan was an indulgent person.

I sighed and kissed Rufus on the lips. “I know becoming the king is not easy and you’re under immense pressure. But don’t get so agitated or annoyed. I believe you can navigate all these matters well. Things might be a little difficult in the beginning, but you have far more supporters than dissidents. You surely know this. And I will always be your loyal political fan.”

A laugh burst from my lips when I finished speaking. If Rufus were a celebrity, I’d certainly be his biggest fan.

Rufus was also amused and his lips quirked up. His gloomy expression cleared up and he tapped my nose gently. “I don’t want you to be my political fan. I just want you to be my wife, the one and only woman I love in this whole world.”

I glared at him with reproach. Then I said in a hoarse and grave voice, “No, Prince Rufus. You are cold, noble, and mighty. You can’t let love affect your work. You should be ruthless and devoid of desire. That is the only way you’ll be able to stay calm in the face of dangers and disasters. Then you can be the best king ever.”

The more I spoke, the more ridiculous my words became. Rufus didn’t want to hear my nonsense anymore, so he simply covered my jabbering mouth with his lips.

When we broke away, I wiped my mouth with his sleeve. Then I recalled the purpose of my coming here.

With a sullen expression, I shoved his chest, which was mere inches from me, and asked, “Why did you tell the dorm administrator that I wouldn’t be living in the dormitory anymore? And you even moved my belongings without informing me.”

Rufus’ expression remained unchanged, as he nonchalantly said, “You can live here from now on.”

“Why didn’t you talk to me first?” I frowned, displaying my unhappiness and displeasure on my face. I did it on purpose, wanting Rufus to see how angry I was.

But Rufus didn’t take it to heart. He just observed me as he softly asked, “You don’t want to live with me?”