Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 753 Romance

Sylvia’s POV:

I scoured through my phone and dialed Maya’s number. Drawing a deep sigh, I explained that I was fine and ready to go back.

I could almost hear her relief over the phone, and she told me that she would be waiting for me at the gate of the palace.

I echoed the relief that Maya felt with a sigh, wiped the sweat on my forehead and hung up the phone.

A chuckle escaped Blair, who was standing next to me with his signature smirk. He walked away just when I parted my lips for a question, leaving me wondering what he found amusing.

My brows furrowed. It seemed to me that Blair was getting weirder as days passed by. The flower that was cultivated and nourished by Noreen’s blood might lift the curse on him, but sometimes it also seemed to change him into an entirely different person.

We did not have to walk for long before the gate of the palace came into view, and I saw Maya running over from a long distance. As she neared us, she registered Blair’s presence and granted him a surprised look. “I bumped into him on the way,” I explained.

say anything in response to my statement. Instead, she greeted Blair before winking at me and coupling

and she pulled me away until we found ourselves treading

I set foot

chosen any better way to show how confused I was than to crinkle up my face. Amidst the orchestrated chaos, I grabbed Maya and asked, “What are they doing?

didn’t take any offense about her amusement at my unawareness;

me a heads up, so that I

again yanked and led to the dressing room, in courtesy of the maids. The flashbacks of when

pregnancy, the maids didn’t prepare high heels for me. Even the fancy frock they clad me with was a slightly loose and

at the sapphire blue dress on me and lost in thought. It was beautiful, but the style was too sweet —almost intimate, in fact, that I imagined it to be worn on a date and a little inappropriate for a

turned to ask Maya, but I knew my questions were meant to be unhatched as she faced me with a mysterious

to mind when I turned to her. Forget it. I wouldn’t ask. I would know by then anyway,

to a place with a neofuturistic architectural style. The layout and decoration there were

place in the royal palace. It was like the enchanting beauty from the middle ages and avant-garde robots from modern society were thrown together in one mix. The place looked harmonious despite the contrast in style,

the elaborate details of this newly found location as we made our way to the upper floors. The entire third floor was a movie hall. As if to keep her acting in secrecy in tow, Maya hurriedly