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.

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

Then her mouth twitched

started to mirror Beryl’s glassy eyes. Misery engulfed me seeing

came to their

understanding like a grown-up, and her enthusiasm got back. “Mom, come tell us a story. We couldn’t fall asleep

but to carry them back to the room. Yes, this

been laid, and two

on my cheek. “Mom, who was that man speaking in the video call earlier? His voice

because I was trying to iron my shaky voice and partly because I 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

shot at me a

I spitted out the word

Beryl seemed enlightened. She beamed as

I tugged the quilt and tucked them to bed. I heaved a lungful of air before I told them a story

never fancied fairy tales. Anyway, they fell asleep faster when I scared them than when I told them stories that would likely

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