Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Sylvia’s POV”: 

No matter how much I begged and even argued with the guards, they still wouldn’t let me in to see Rufus.At some point, I knew I couldn’t afford to come into a full-blown conflict with them, so I just had to return back despite all my efforts being in vain.

On my way back to school, I hung my head low and sighed in despair.

"Rufus is probably still angry with me.Perhaps he heard my voice from inside and still didn’t want to see me.I guess I really let him down this time."

"Are you seriously giving up that easily?"

Just like me, Yana was not the type to give up easily, which was why she was surprised by my defeatist attitude.

"You can’t give up, Sylvia.If you failed to see him today, then just come back again tomorrow.Sooner or later, he’ll have to see you.I don’t believe Rufus can avoid you forever."

"It’s not that I’m completely giving up, Yana.I just hate having to wait to try another day because I can’t do anything right now." I pulled on my hair stressfully.

If I had known this earlier, I would have never said such harsh words to Rufus in the first place.I was so regretful.I tried calling Rufus up again, but it seemed that his phone was still off.I wasn’t in the mood to eat at all.

When I got back to my dorm room, I quietly sat on the chair.

Afraid that I would be too sad to care for myself, Flora even made sure to call and check on me every thirty minutes when I refused to go out for dinner with her.

sitting there and did not move until there was a

stood up and

door stood Maya with a familiar bag

back the life in my eyes and

not angry with me anymore? Is he willing to see

disappointed

to say something but stopped on a second thought and shook her head instead,

it seemed that Rufus still didn’t want to see

had just come by to bring

at least?" I asked, refusing to give

so she

didn’t see

had lost all the desire

finished the soup

was gone, I was back to my lifeless state, unable to cheer myself up at all.I turned off all the

gently illuminating my bed’s head board.I turned over and put my hand under the soft glow of the moonlight.I felt like I had forgotten something important, but I couldn’t pinpoint what it

up, Sylvia.Maybe if you send me to sing a

in her