Chapter 75 - Saving Her Cursed Lycan Prince

I dodged Warren’s hand and stumbled forward.

I didn’t know what I was afraid of, but my intuition told me not to let Warren hold me.

I quickly thanked Warren and walked to Rufus. My face flushed with embarrassment, and I didn’t dare to look at him.

“What are you doing here?”

Rufus didn’t even look at Warren. He continued to stare at me.

I dropped my gaze to the floor and looked at my shoes. “Shouldn’t you be at the ball?” I asked, shifting on my feet.

Although Rufus didn’t say anything, I could feel his burning gaze. Just as I was about to look up, he pulled me into his arms.

I was so scared that I didn’t bother resisting.

Rufus’ rapid breath blew against my ear. It looked like he was breathless after a long run.

‘Has he run all the way to find me?’

I leaned against his chest and heard his heart crashing against his chest.

My mind began to spin, and I couldn’t think properly.

Although the hug was unexpected, I didn’t try rejecting it. I even wanted to stay in his arms a little longer. I was putty in his hands. Rufus made me feel things that I had never felt before. I was addicted to him; he was the oxygen that kept me going.

“Nice to meet you here, Prince Rufus.” I turned and saw Warren standing beside Rufus, his hand stretched out in a greeting.

Only then did I remember Warren was still there, so I quickly broke free from Rufus’ arms.

Rufus frowned, looking displeased. He didn’t bother shaking hands with Warren and continued to ignore him. Warren withdrew his hand awkwardly.

“Prince Rufus, why are you here?” Warren asked.

He, too, didn’t understand what Rufus was doing here when he should be at the ball right now.

Rufus didn’t answer; he continued to ignore Warren. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped my face.

I was so flustered that I held his hand. I wanted to stop him, but it seemed like I was holding his hand now.

“Don’t move. Your face is full of grass clippings.”

He pursed his lips and continued to wipe my face. Although his face bore no emotion, I could see a glint of grievance in his eyes.

‘Oh, God! What’s wrong with me? I guess something is definitely wrong with my eyes.”

Sylvia’s POV

I coughed awkwardly, withdrew my hand, and let Rufus wipe my face.

“Prince Rufus, my name is Warren. I’m from the Silver Moon Pack. Sylvia and I are classmates.” Warren talked to Rufus tirelessly. It seemed that he wouldn’t stop until Rufus responded to him.

Rufus turned his head and looked at Warren, seemingly displeased with Warren’s repeated interjection. “Why are you with Sylvia?”

I noticed that Rufus was already impatient, so I quickly stood in front of Warren and explained, “Warren and I are here to practice more today. He’s kind enough to help me practice. Thanks to him, I have improved a lot.”

I wanted to say that Warren was a good classmate and a good comrade in arms to appease Rufus. But after those words came out of my mouth, it was only then that I realized something wrong.

“Really?” Rufus’ face darkened even more. “But your leg hasn’t recovered yet, right?”

After saying this, he looked at my leg.

Damn it! How could I forget it? My body stiffened, and I glanced at him guiltily.

It was too late to pretend that my leg was in pain now. I wanted to cry but had no tears.

At this moment, Rufus took out a crumpled note from his pocket. It was the one I left for Maya. My face turned pale, a little unsure of what to do with Rufus next.

“Maya gave me this note.” Rufus unfolded the note and showed it to me. “This is your handwriting, right?”

I didn’t say anything and just grabbed the seam of my trousers. My palms began to sweat.

“I really believed it, so I immediately went to find you.”

Upon hearing this, I lowered my head guiltily, regretting using such a lame excuse to Rufus. It was really my fault because, after all, I agreed to be his date at the ball in the first place. I should have refused him decisively from the beginning.

“But your roommate said that your leg had already recovered,” Rufus continued in a calm tone of voice. Then he paused for a moment and added, “Sylvia, what the hell is going on?”

Since he already knew the truth, there was no use hiding it from him anymore. I gritted my teeth and looked up to meet his eyes. “I just didn’t want to go, so I made this excuse.”

“Why?” Rufus asked calmly.

This one-word question sounded so simple, but it was difficult for me to answer. My head was in a mess, and I didn’t know what to say.

I didn’t want to tell him that I backed out at the last minute because of my inferiority complex.

And I didn’t want him to find out that I had feelings for him either.

“Sylvia, don’t lie to me.”

It seemed that Rufus had noticed all my emotions and expressions. He was like an experienced hunter, cornering me until I had nowhere to retreat. Then he would catch me in the next second.

I was still panicky when Warren suddenly stood up to help me out.

“Prince Rufus, Sylvia is not your accessory. She has the right to make choices too. So please don’t push her like that.”

It could be said that Warren was very rude, so I winked at him, hinting at him to stop talking. But he seemed fearless.

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