Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince novel Chapter 81

Sylvia's POV: 

The intimacy between us overwhelmed me as we stared into each other's eyes Rufus eyes, rimmed with thick lashes, seemed to mesmerize me.

The grayish blue irises felt like the vast ocean, and I was the lonely boat floating with the current Finally, I withdrew my gaze and lowered my head, feigning a cough, "Have you done with my bruises?"

"Not yet.Don't move." Rufus continued to rub my leg.

His movements were not as calm as before.

It looked like he felt uneasy too.I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, My face was so hot; his presence seemed to ignite sparks of desire within me.Rufus and I both fell silent.

The atmosphere suddenly became inexplicably strange.

He rubbed the ointment on my bruises and bandaged it again.

Then, I hurriedly sprang to my feet.

"Let's practice dancing.I don't have much time."

"We can continue."

Rufus compromised and stood up.

"But you can't exert pressure on your leg again."

"Then, what do we do?"

I was confused.I had to practice dancing but didn't know how to do that without exerting pressure on my legs.

"Should I take a wheelchair? Well, in fact, I don't mind sitting in a wheelchair, But it might be hard for you because you are so tall.You can't keep squatting to face me," I murmured.

"There is no wheelchair," Rufus said coldly.

"Then what should we do? The ball is in three days," I frowned.

"Why don't you find me a wheelchair? I think it's a good idea." Rufus didn't say anything.

All of a sudden, he lifted me up and made me stand on his expensive leather shoes.I was caught off guard and grabbed his sleeves.

"I… my soles are dirty…"

"Don't move,"

Rufus interrupted me and stepped forward.

Her face reddened with embarrassment. She looked up at me, and her burning gaze met mine.

"How do you know the female moves well?" I arched an eyebrow and looked at her.

The way she questioned me made me happy.

"I learned after observing the moves once."

"It looks like you dance a lot with the noble ladies." Sylvia pursed her lips and lowered her head.

I couldn't help but wonder if she was being possessive already.

Excitement bubbled up in my heart.

"Are you jealous?" I leaned in a little and teased.

"Don't talk nonsense…" Sylvia raised her head abruptly.

The next moment, her lips pressed against mine.

My eyes widened.It felt as if time had stopped still.