Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 721 The Baby

Rufus’ POV:

My heart clenched painfully as I held Sylvia, who was on the verge of breaking down, in my arms.

The doctor’s words ran through my mind. The good news was that Sylvia was pregnant, but the bad news was that the fetus was weak. Keeping this baby might be difficult. She had to be careful.

I sighed, wrapped my arms around her tightly, and rubbed her back to comfort her.

After a while, she finally calmed down. My b*ody sagged with relief and I dried her face with a handkerchief. The crying seemed to have exhausted Sylvia. She just let me do what I wanted and stared blankly out of the window.

“Do you want to sleep for a while?” I asked her softly. She shook her head.

“How about you eat something?” I suggested tenderly. She shook her head again.

eaten anything all day. You need to put something in your stomach. You have

on her face when she registered what I said. She touched her flat belly in

my hand on top of hers and said, “After Leonard’s death, in a certain sense, this baby is a new hope for us.

of relief and asked an attendant to bring over the nutritious soup that was

this soup to

like a delicate but soulless puppet. However, after a few sips, tears dripped down

she needed my silent companionship the most

my veins when I saw that she had finished most of her soup. She had got a little color in her

occurred over the past couple of days. “Alina has spent day and night beside Leonard’s corpse for the past two days. She doesn’t even leave the room.” Sylvia paused and looked up at

don’t know. The servant had left food at the door of the room, but I’ve heard

this daughterly affection before Leonard passed away? Why does she pretend to love him so much now?” Sylvia sneered, icy disdain

first time I had seen Sylvia be so resentful toward anyone.

kidnap her. Perhaps Alina only wanted to hurt Sylvia. But she didn’t expect that all the pack members would go to save Sylvia,

funeral is going to be

quiet. I knew what was making her unhappy. I cupped her face and gave her an earnest look.