With that, he picked the slave in his arms and left, not bothering to look back at me.
I was in a good mood, so I didn’t care about his attitude.
I looked at his back as I saw him walk away, holding his slave in his arms. My heart bubbled with excitement and joy because I found that the omnipotent Prince Rufus finally had a fatal weakness.
Sylvia’s POV
Rufus carried me in his arms. I buried my head in his chest and didn’t utter a word on the way. I hadn’t recovered from the humiliation. Although my anger had subsided, I was still confused and depressed. Surviving in this world wasn’t easy.
I closed my eyes and let the tears tumble down my cheek. I quickly turned my head to make sure Rufus didn’t notice I was crying.
“I’m sorry,” Rufus said.
I didn’t respond because I didn’t know what to say. He didn’t do anything wrong. It was all my fault. Being weak was my greatest sin.
“It was my fault this time. I’ll make sure no one bullies you in the future,” Rufus promised.
My mind was in a mess; I didn’t know how to react. I leaned closer and nestled against his chest.
Rufus carried me into the room and gently put me on the bed as if I were a fragile porcelain doll.
“I want to be alone for a while.” I pleaded.
Rufus nodded. “My room is right next door. Call me if you need anything.”
He reached out to touch my head but immediately withdrew his hand. There was undisguised restraint and forbearance in his deep eyes.
“Rest well.”
He left the room.
I took a deep breath and tried to vent my emotions. Tears streamed out of my eyes like a torrent.
I couldn’t suppress the sadness building in my heart. I clamped my mouth because I didn’t want Rufus to hear me cry. I was already embarrassed today and didn’t want him to sympathize with me.
“My dear, don’t cry. I feel bad too.” I could hear Yana cry in my mind.
“It’s nothing. I want to vent my emotions.” A burp escaped my lips. I couldn’t understand why Yana was crying more miserably than me.
“My heart breaks when you cry.” Yana hadn’t stopped crying. Her voice seemed to have become husky from all the crying.
“I’m not crying now. You stop it too, okay?” I coaxed her helplessly.
“I… I want to be stronger. Those who bullied you deserve to die,” Yana sobbed.
“Besides, Rufus cares a lot about you. He was so nervous that he didn’t notice his disheveled clothes and hair when he came to you. He is the forever elegant Prince Rufus. No one would believe even if we told them he had done such a thing.”
Yana started chattering again.
I rubbed my temples and let out a weary sigh. “It looks like I have become a burden to him. The incident today made me realize how weak I am. Even though Rufus protected me this time, others would continue to regard me as a slave whom they can trample on at will.”
“They went too far this time. You didn’t provoke them in any way,” Yana barked.
“The law of the jungle applies to the whole world. I will get into trouble even if I don’t provoke anyone, simply because I am weaker. Avenging my mother’s death seemed like a distant dream now.” I couldn’t help but laugh at my incompetence.
I stroked my long hair as I remembered how my mother gently combed my hair and took care of me when I was a child. I used to have silky golden locks. But they had turned rough and lifeless after years of neglect.
I got up from the bed and asked softly, “Yana, do you want to be stronger?”
“Yes!”
I went to the table to pick up the scissors.
“Sylvia! What’re you doing? Calm down,” Yana screamed in horror.
Just then, Rufus pushed the door open and stormed in.
Rufus’ POV
I stood at the door of Sylvia’s room, leaning against the wall, smoking indifferently. The cigarette seemed to ease my mind for a bit. Sylvia was not in a good condition. Although she said she was fine, I could see that she was merely trying her best to control her emotions.
The thing I wanted was right in front of me. But I couldn’t touch it or claim it as mine.
“It’s not like you, Rufus,” Omar said.
“Why? What’s wrong with me?” I asked as I took out another cigarette and put it in my mouth.
“You never cared about such things before.”
I took out the lighter and lit the cigarette. “I brought her back but couldn’t protect her well.”
“None of this is your fault, Rufus. Your mate is very determined. Perhaps she doesn’t need your protection but a chance to rise,” Omar explained his analysis.
I puffed out a ring of smoke as I thought about what he said. I recalled that when I saved Sylvia from Shawn, Sylvia was fighting against Shawn’s men on her own. The unyielding look on her face was deeply etched in my mind; she looked terrifying.
Just then, the loud bang from the room snapped me out of my reverie.
“Rufus, I feel that Sylvia’s wolf is very emotional now,” Omar reminded me.
I immediately threw the cigarette into the trash can and pushed the door open. My heart leaped to my throat when I saw Sylvia holding a pair of scissors. I quickly ran to her as panic wracked my nerves.
“Sylvia! Put them down!” I shouted. I thought she was going to hurt herself, so my mind suddenly stopped working, and my breathing faltered.
Sylvia lowered her head and ignored me. Before I could react, she clasped her long locks and cut them with the scissors in one swift movement.
I gasped in shock and continued to stare at her. She ambled toward me, holding her cut locks. Her flawless face seemed to glow, and her delicate nose was slightly red. As she looked at me, I saw her eyes were puffy and bloodshot. It seemed obvious that she had cried hard.
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