I bit my lip and felt shy. This dress made me feel awkward. I didn’t even know if I had the courage to face Rufus.
Pacing back and forth, I was contemplating on how to show myself to him looking like this.
Rufus’ POV
The air was still tonight. I stood outside the room quietly and stared at the beautiful full moon in the dark sky.
This night was different from all my other full moon nights. I didn’t have to hide in a dark room alone and suffer in madness. Instead, I was just standing here, leisurely appreciating the peace and beauty of the night. All thanks to Sylvia.
I waved my hand at the guards who were guarding my door to dismiss them again.
Now, I was really alone in the corridor.
I waited for what seemed like a long time, but Sylvia still hadn’t called me in.
Gently, I knocked on the door. “Are you done changing yet?”
“I, uh… Yes.” Her sweet voice came from inside. She sounded a little flustered.
Before I could open the door myself, she had already cracked it open from the inside. I met a pair of clear eyes as the door swung open. But Sylvia didn’t dare to look at me for more than a second without her eyes wandering elsewhere.
I stepped inside and saw her standing behind the door, as if shielding herself with it. She was wearing a long, dark purple dress that fit her just right. Her fair skin seemed to glow under the moonlight. No wonder Shawn couldn’t forget about her.
She squeezed her shoulders together meekly and tugged at her dress. Obviously, she was a little uneasy.
I turned away and walked right to the couch.
She still seemed afraid of me. For some inexplicable reason, this made me unhappy.
“Come, sit.” I patted the spot next to me.
Sylvia lowered her head hesitantly before slowly sitting down beside me.
“Why are you shaking? Why can’t you look at me?”
In a panic, Sylvia looked up. “No, it’s not that- I… I’m sorry.”
I reached my hand out to apply medicine on some of her wounds and bruises.
Sylvia dodged, although it seemed to be out of her subconscious. Her fingers were trembling too. She then clenched her fists and took a deep breath, pretending to appear calm.
“Don’t move. I’m going to treat your wounds and bruises,” I said in a low voice.
Sylvia looked at the ointment in my hand and blankly said, “Thank you.”
When my fingers felt the warmth of her face, something that felt like an electric current coursed through my body and I had the sudden urge to want to get closer to her.
I had to restrain myself.
Seeing that she was still silent, I asked, “Are you afraid of me?”
Sylvia stiffened up and nodded. “Mm.”
“Why? Do I look scary?”
“Not really. No, it’s not that.”
“Then why are you so afraid of me?”
“Well, I heard that… You once had a female slave. And… You tortured her to death in bed.” Sylvia seemed to shrink down as she said that.
This was the first that someone had ever said something like that to my face, and that “someone” was actually my mate. I couldn’t help but laugh.
I was aware of the many misconceptions about me. Honestly, I just found that it was useless to try to explain myself every time.
“I never really cared what others think of me. But you, Sylvia, are different. I think it’s important you don’t misunderstand me.”
Sylvia looked at me with wide eyes, not seeming to understand what I said.
I lightly pinched her cheek and continued to apply medicine on her bruises.
Rufus’ POV
The servant was very efficient and served up a table of food immediately.
As I treated her wounds, I could feel the absent-minded Sylvia glancing at the food from time to time.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
“I said I’m not hungry. I’m fine.” Her voice was stubborn.
But as soon as she said that, her stomach growled loudly. She hurriedly covered up her belly, trying to keep the sound on the low. Her face flushed pink with embarrassment.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. This was the first time I had ever found a girl cute. But since I was in a good mood, I decided not to make a fuss out of her embarrassment.
“Eat with me.” I invited her anyway.
Shyly, Sylvia nodded and took a seat at the dining table.
I didn’t eat. I just quietly drank some water. Sometimes, I would steal quick glances at her.
I could tell she was very hungry, but she was trying to restrain herself and eat slowly.
When she stuffed her mouth with food, she looked like a little hamster with puffy cheeks.
Realizing that I might have been staring at her for too long, I got flustered and accidentally spilled some water onto the table.
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