Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 659 Go Back With Me

Warren’s POV:

I waited on the path Flora would p@ssthrough, holding a roast chicken. I didn’t spot her until darkness had almost descended.

There was no training today. She was dressed in a floral skirt and a flimsy beige blouse. Her soft short hair caressed her cheeks, and a cherry-patterned hairpin held her bangs in place. It was hot today. Her face was as flushed as a ripe apple, making her look more vibrant and pretty.

I called out to her, startling her. The watermelon slipped from her grip and rolled away, coming to a stop at my feet.

Fortunately, it was still in one piece.

Flora angrily trotted over to pick up the watermelon. “What are you doing? Why were you hiding in the dark to scare me?”

Then she sniffed the air experimentally. “Why do I smell roast chicken?”

I chuckled. Her nose was so sensitive. “I brought you a roast chicken. Would you like to taste it?” I lifted the bag I was holding and jiggled it in front of her face.

arms, grabbed the roast chicken, and sat in the

way, why were you here waiting for me? Anything you wanna tell me?” Flora licked her greasy fingers and shot me a curious

she could guess I had something to discuss with her. I felt a little bitter. “What? Why

from your expression that there is a reason,” Flora scoffed and commented while enjoying the delicious

her affectionately and handed her the handkerchief I was holding. “You guessed

smugly.

married. I have to go to attend her wedding.” As I spoke, I reached out and wiped the sauce on the corner of

in astonishment.

After all, Leonard had always been worried about her marriage. Now that she had finally met her destined mate, Leonard would

continue Alina’s topic. Instead, I brought up the idea of taking

this suggestion. “Why should I come with you? This doesn’t concern me.” I wasn’t bothered about her attitude. I simply tore the rest of the roast chicken into small pieces

are more than welcome to go. But don’t drag me along

hiding something from me over the past few months.” I wiped my hands clean, turned her face toward me, and gave her a serious look. “You can’t hide

a moment, her eyes avoiding mine. She stuttered, “What… what are you talking about?

asked, cutting to the

her face. She quickly shoved my hands away and said in a shrill voice, “I’m not pregnant.

a crumpled pregnancy test report from my pocket and read the information on it aloud. “Name,

continue reading it. She snatched it from me and said in