The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 17

Sylvia's POV:

"Are you awake now?" A man's deep and magnetic voice rang out in my ears. It was Rufus.

I quickly looked away and sat up stiffly. Then I suddenly remembered something, so I looked at him in a panic. "We just left. I didn't bring anything with me."

"It's there." Rufus' calm voice sounded so comforting in my ears. "I took everything that could be taken in your room."

I followed his gaze. Sure enough, there was a small package at my feet.

I quickly opened it and rummaged inside. I soon found an old cloth bag, still stained with blood that couldn't be washed away.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing else mattered to me other than this cloth bag that my mother had left me. Inside the bag was a piece of cloth with a strange pattern that seemed related to my father. I couldn't lose it anyway.

"Thank you." I humbly thanked Rufus in a low voice, feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's nothing," he said indifferently.

I stole a glance at him. He was looking out of the car window, so I relaxed a lot. I was able to look at him longer.

He was only wearing a black shirt with the top two buttons unfastened. His delicate collarbone was faintly looming under his collar, and his sexy Adam's apple bobbed up and down slightly. I felt that my ears were burning while staring at him, so I quickly turned my head.

It suddenly occurred to me that I was wearing revealing sexy clothes last night, so I subconsciously covered my chest with my hands. It was only then that I found out that I was covered with an expensive suit jacket with a faint fragrance on it. It was Rufus' scent.

Apparently, the suit jacket was his. My fingertips gently touched the cuffs of the suit jacket, feeling a little grateful. This lycan prince didn't seem to be as cold as he looked.

"I wonder how those rumors came about. I don't think he is that terrible," I said to Yana in my head.

"Well, I feel like he likes you," Yana muttered softly.

At this time, Rufus walked up to me with a pair of exquisite flat shoes in his hands.

"Thank you," I said gratefully, looking up at him. Then I reached out to take the shoes.

But he didn't give them to me. Instead, he squatted down.

I shrank my feet, not wanting him to see the ugly scars on them. But he didn't allow me to flinch. He held my ankle with his slender hand and gently slid my foot onto the shoe. It was as if he was putting an indestructible armor for a coward like me.

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Oh my God! Is that really the cold and heartless Prince Rufus? Am I dreaming? Pinch me!" "And who is that she-wolf? I haven't seen her around the prince before." "That she-wolf looks like a poor commoner at a glance. How can this be possible? I must be dreaming!"

At this moment, I felt like I was in a dream too. Gradually, I couldn't hear the sounds around me anymore. There was only this lycan in my eyes in the world.