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.

She thrust the watermelon into my arms, grabbed the roast chicken,

here waiting for me? Anything you wanna tell me?”

that she could guess I had something to discuss with her. I felt a little bitter. “What? Why do I need a reason? Can’t I come to see you just because I feel

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

her the handkerchief I was holding. “You

smugly. “I

tomorrow. Alina is getting married. I have to go to attend her wedding.” As I spoke, I reached out and wiped the sauce on

down the roast chicken in astonishment. “Alina is getting married?

as shocked as Flora that Alina was getting married so soon. After all, Leonard had always been worried about her marriage. Now that she had finally met her destined mate, Leonard would have no objection to her

didn’t continue Alina’s topic. Instead, I brought up the idea of taking Flora to

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 for her.

welcome to go. But don’t drag me along with

me over the past few months.” I wiped my hands clean, turned her face

a moment, her eyes avoiding mine. She

asked, cutting to

hands away and said in a shrill voice, “I’m not pregnant. How can

with her. I took a crumpled pregnancy test report from my pocket and read

that!” Flora didn’t let me continue reading it. She snatched it from me and said in disbelief, “Damn it! I’d thrown this