Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 769

Sylvia’s POV:

“Where is your ring? Why don’t you wear it?” The tone of Rufus’ voice was flat, but it still made me very flustered.

I stammered, “I… I hid it away.”

“Hid it away? Why?” It seemed that Rufus was not going to stop until he was satisfied with my answer. I felt like a criminal he was interrogating, and he was always patient when he had to do that. Now, he patiently waited for me to expound on my answer.

“Because… it’s just so inconvenient to wear such a big diamond ring. It’s too ostentatious for me to wear when I go to the army. And it worries me that it might get stolen.” I contorted my lips into a pout so I looked even more innocent.

Rufus spent a few seconds to look at me and then responded in a more calm tone, “Then I’ll just buy you another one. One that you can wear every day.”

“That’s alright with me. After all, that proposal doesn’t count anyway since I fainted at that moment. It seems that you have to propose to me again,” I softened my voice when I spoke to him.

Rufus smiled and nodded in agreement. “Okay, I will make it up to you one of these days.”

“So soon? I was hoping you could propose to me next month, on our 1st anniversary.” I wrapped my hands around his neck and stood on my tiptoes to k**s him on the lips. Then I looked at him earnestly. “Then we would have a double celebration. Wouldn’t that be nice, Rufus?”

That uneasy feeling began to settle in my stomach the more I spoke out loud. Rufus seemed to be eager to marry me, and I couldn’t use the same trick twice to get away! Once he proposed to me successfully, Ethan and Laura would definitely make the announcement to the world. Then, they wouldn’t be able to wait to hold the wedding for us.

If things were to ever get out of control in the future, it would be hard for me to leave Rufus.

Rufus kept silent for a while when he had heard what I said. “Really? Is that what you’ve been thinking about?”

When he asked that, I almost trembled in terror. What the hell! It seemed that he could see through anything; he was so observant!

He made it difficult for me to play any tricks under his nose.

I couldn’t help myself from worrying about the possibility of anything hindering me from smoothly escaping from the palace.

I didn’t dare express a hint of guilt or hesitation on my face. Quickly clearing my throat, I gave a firm nod under Rufus’ sharp gaze. “Of course that’s what I’ve been thinking about. And if our baby is also born that day, we’ll celebrate many happy things together all in one day. But obviously, that’s not going to happen.”

After hearing my piece, Rufus finally lightened up. He lifted me up with ease and then he gazed at me with tenderness. “Then I’ll do it as you want. I’ll propose to you next month. But promise me that we’ll hold the wedding right after I propose. Not only for the baby, but I also just can’t wait any longer. I want to marry you as soon as possible.”

Gripping on his shoulders, I nodded and replied in submission. “Alright.”

At that moment, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, the time to go to bed had come again. Rufus had me in a peremptory hold. My head was tucked under his chin, his feet laid on top of my legs, and his hands were firmly wrapped around my waist, protecting my belly.

It was as if he was afraid that I would run away in the middle of the night.

I was both amused and annoyed at this. But I somehow enjoyed it very much when he behaved possessively.

We were indeed a perfect match.

I rubbed my cheek against his chest in contentment and would pepper him with k****s every once in a while. I would also whisper softly to him some loving words. I had indulged in this feeling of peace, and it made me want to stay with Rufus for all my life and selfishly keep him to myself.

But when the middle of the night came, I began to dream of the familiar black thorns again.

This time, though, I was not being chased by the black thorns. Instead, they were fixed in their place while Rufus laid on top of them. The thorns pierced through his chest, as though he were a sacrifice.