Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 793

Sylvia’s POV:

What I said seemed to only make the atmosphere even more awkward. I just wanted to hide somewhere at that point so I didn’t have to face him.

Rufus, on the other hand, didn’t react much. He just opened the first aid kit in the car, pulled off the suit jacket that was covering me, and applied some ointment to my wound. He didn’t say a single word the entire time.

I sat up and let him wrap the gauze around my chest. When I felt like he was almost done, I extended my arms and showed him my tied hands. “Rufus, can you untie this for me? I’m so thirsty and I want to drink some water.”

Rufus looked down at my hands, but he didn’t make a sound. He continued wrapping the gauze around my wound and finished it with a cute bow knot on my chest.

When he was done, I quickly grabbed his hand. “Rufus!”

Rufus looked at me expressionlessly. He didn’t withdraw his hand from mine nor did he give me any respond. He just let me hold him.

“I know it’s my fault that I escaped from the imperial palace and—”

Just then, he interrupted me by throwing his jacket over. “Put it on. I’ll call the driver.”

I pouted and slowly let go of his hand. Then, I put on his suit jacket and buttoned it up. After making sure I was decent, he knocked on the window and signaled the driver to drive up here.

“Go back to the imperial palace,” he ordered.

After that, he leaned against the seat and closed his eyes. He didn’t talk to me at all on the way back.

As I sat beside him, I felt so nervous. I didn’t know how to coax him.

The silence on our way back was deafening. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the rumbling engine.

Still, I took the initiative to admit my mistake by clearing my throat and saying, “Rufus, I’m sorry. I was wrong.”

Rufus didn’t open his eyes. He looked as if he had fallen asleep.

I bit my l*p and looked at his handsome side profile. I couldn’t do anything to soothe him, and I felt utterly helpless.

When I scooted closer to Rufus, I carefully put my hand above his on the armrest of the car.

He still didn’t respond.

I slightly squeezed his hand and rubbed his palm against my cheek. “Rufus, please talk to me. I’m sorry. I know I was wrong. I just wanted to go back to the pack and get my mother’s inheritance.”

When I looked at him again and carefully examined his expression, my heart ached. He wasn’t reacting at all.

“Are you asleep?” I asked in an audible whisper.

Rufus tilted his head to the side, his eyes still closed.

I loosened my grip on his hand and looked down. “What are you going to do with Blair?”

“Don’t say that name,” Rufus immediately interrupted—the tone of his voice cold and distant. “If you don’t want him to die, don’t mention his name in front of me ever again.”

Sensing his hostility, I had no choice but to shut up and sullenly sit back in my seat.

It seemed like Rufus still didn’t want to talk to me.

Eventually, we arrived at the palace, and we got off the car in silence. As usual, he carried me back inside.

I nestled in his arms and gloomily looked up at him. It looked like he had made up his mind not to talk to me this time.

On our way back to the room, I didn’t see anyone I knew, not even Maya. She was probably busy with work.

I wanted Rufus to put me down so I could walk back to my room, but he was against it. On top of that, he looked infuriated.

So, I helplessly stayed quiet in his arms, thinking about how I could make him happy.

If kissing and hugging wouldn’t work this time, maybe I could try out the new sexy lingerie that I hid under my bed. I believing that Rufus’ anger would immediately go away if I did that.

But when I saw the golden shackles on the bed, I finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

Rufus was expressionless as he put me on the bed and locked the shackles around my ankles.