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 it with a mysterious smile. What could have gotten into her

found my arms, and she pulled me away until we found ourselves

a dozen maids waiting for our arrival. The second I set foot inside, they started to help me dress up without saying anything. They looked like busy bees minus the

couldn’t have 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? Is there

didn’t stifle her giggles. I didn’t take any offense about her amusement

You better give me a heads up, so that I can

around enough for today, I was again yanked and led to the dressing room, in courtesy

because I was in the delicate stages of pregnancy, the maids didn’t prepare high heels for me. Even the fancy frock

intimate, in fact,

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

the other made sure that everything was set before 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

like the enchanting beauty from the middle ages

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 drew me to sit down and arranged a lot of delicate