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.

my eye, a pair of hands gently tugged the hem of my dress. I turned my head

and wiped the gushing tears from the corners of my eyes. Then her mouth twitched downwards, her nose turning

Beryl’s glassy eyes. Misery engulfed me seeing these

from escaping my eyes and came to their aid, coaxing them. “Mommy wasn’t crying. Something

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

no choice but to carry them back to the

the quilt had been laid, and two small pillows were neatly placed

held my face and planted an affectionate kiss on my cheek. “Mom, who was that man

shaky voice and partly because I was buying some time to find an excuse. I fumbled for a

Beryl and Arron shot at me a

spitted out the

any sense, Beryl seemed enlightened.

our conversation was going, so I tugged the quilt and tucked them

fancied fairy tales. Anyway, they fell asleep faster when I scared them than when I told them stories that would likely end in

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