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.

response to my statement. Instead, she greeted Blair before winking at me and coupling it with a

found my arms, and she pulled me away until we found ourselves treading the path all the way to

arrival. The second I set foot inside, they started to help me dress up without saying anything. They looked like busy

how confused I was than to crinkle up my face. Amidst the orchestrated chaos, I grabbed Maya and asked, “What are they doing? Is there a dinner

but it didn’t stifle her giggles. I didn’t take any offense about her amusement at my

heads up, so that I

dragged around enough for today, I was again yanked and led to the dressing room, in courtesy of the maids. The

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

sweet —almost intimate, in fact, that I imagined

but I knew my questions were meant to be unhatched as she faced me with

what came to mind when I turned to her. Forget it. I wouldn’t ask.

Maya hauled me out of the dressing room and ushered me to a place with a neofuturistic architectural style. The layout and decoration there were modern and scientific. The grandness this place held still hadn’t ceased to

curiously and had only come to my senses as I took in the notion that there was such a place in the royal palace. It was like the enchanting beauty from the middle ages and avant-garde robots from

in 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