Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Chapter 894

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 894 I Have to Go

Crystal’s POV:

I accidentally heard Rufus’ voice today, and it was more than enough to send my heart racing, so much so that I couldn’t calm down.

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Laura didn’t call again, so I figured Rufus was still there with her. I held my phone and let myself crouch in the corridor, daze clear on my face.

It had been so long since I last heard his voice; I couldn’t remember exactly the last time when I did. True, a lot of videos of his speeches were uploaded on the Internet, but I resisted the urge to watch or even listen any of them. I feared control would be out of my grasp—all because I missed him. All of this was for him, and I couldn’t risk everything just because of some silly emotion.

Just hearing his voice even for a few seconds somehow eradicated the phantom of longing that was haunting me. The low rumble of his voice brought satisfaction to my being. Yet, as quick as contentment settled within me, it was replaced with striking loneliness.

Reality impinged me with the painful truth that Rufus had lost his memories. To prevent similar traged*ies from happening, I had to keep myself from suddenly becoming too familiar with him and stay at an arm’s length. The thought wrung my writhing heart until breathing became painful.

I lightly hit my forehead against the wall, as if that would stop my tears from bursting. I had to remind myself about what had happened. Still, I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by this surge of emotions.

hem of my dress. I turned my head to see through my teary eyes a confused Beryl

my eyes. Then her mouth

mirror Beryl’s glassy eyes. Misery engulfed me seeing these precious kids looking so

my eyes and came to their aid, coaxing them. “Mommy wasn’t crying. Something got caught in my

I won’t cry anymore.” Beryl nodded in understanding like a grown-up, and her enthusiasm got back. “Mom, come tell us a story. We couldn’t

but to carry them back to the

had been laid, and two small pillows were neatly placed on

affectionate kiss on my cheek. “Mom, who was that man speaking in the video

was buying some time to find an excuse. I fumbled for a while but couldn’t make a believable story to justify Rufus’ identity at the last minute; my mind was

who?” Beryl and Arron shot at me

I spitted out

seemed

the quilt and tucked them to bed. I heaved a lungful

kids never fancied fairy tales. Anyway, they fell asleep faster when I scared them than when I told them stories that would likely end in “happily ever after.”

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