Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 690 Made A Walking Stick

Rufus’ POV:

After I parted ways with Leonard, Sylvia and I went back to shopping. I bought her a lot of things. Sylvia had to stop me from buying more in the end. Then, we went home with satisfaction.

After having dinner in the evening, Sylvia went into her room. I had no idea what she was doing. I went to the study because I had a video conference to attend.

It was already nine o’clock at night when I came out of the study. I poured a glassof milk and headed to our room. At that time, I found that Sylvia was sitting on the carpet and cutting a piece of wood.

I put the glassof milk on the table and kissed her on her cheek. “What are you doing?”

Sylvia gave me a sly smile and said, “You can take a guess!”

As she talked, she waved the wood in her hand naughtily. I rubbed my chin as if I was really thinking and guessed, “Are you making a broom?”

burst into laughter and said, “You are wrong! You aren’t

under her b*ttocks and said, “Well, take a look at it

there was a drawing of

by yourself?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I was amazed by her design. Sylvia always surprised me with her hidden

my words, Sylvia snorted smugly and said, “Of course, I drew it and I’m going to carve it. Leonard said that holding a crutch makes him look stupid. So, I am going to make a beautiful walking stick for him. Let’s see what excuses he will use this

my urge to kiss her. Immediately, I dropped the

“Hey, I haven’t finished talking yet!” She looked so beautiful with her

I couldn’t help

ahead.” I smoothed her messy hair and sat down to listen

if Leonard will

my head and reassured, “No, he won’t.

and asked, “Why are you so sure? Do you know him

know what to say. I coughed slightly and acted as if I was jealous. “If he doesn’t like it, you can give it to me. I mean you haven’t given me any hand-made

face as she promised confidently, “When you become an old man, I will definitely

a smile, “Believe it or not, even if I am old,

older than me. Don’t you want me