Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Chapter 959

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 959 Happened To Get Lost

Crystal’s POV:

Rufus’ eyes were unfathomable, yet they screamed as though they could see through mine very well, piercing my mind with their sharpness. To hide away from his gaze the guilt that was slowly surfacing to my eyes, I blinked more than necessary and put on an awkward smile. “The style of the coat appears to be very special, so I took the liberty to take a few more glances at it.”

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Contrary to his perplexing eyes, my remark spawned a chuckle from Rufus. When he no longer found it amusing, the sharpness from his eyes descended on his voice as he asked, “Really? Let’s get this straight. What are you doing here?”

“I…” I drawled, buying myself some time to think of an excuse.

“Tell me,” he urged.

I curled my lips and squeezed out these few words, hoping he wouldn’t notice how caught unawares

how he now saw me as the kind of person who would turn my back against him anytime I found myself in a dire situation. I analyzed the situation, and even I thought that I seemed too suspicious to be here. Knowing that it was how he gauged me to be, I could clearly see how guarded he was with

gone to Flora’s place earlier, I would have suspected that he had followed

figured he should be at the banquet at

could catch the potential “traitor” of the empire,

narrowed. Disbelief and speculation were apparent in his voice as he assessed how I ended up here.

showing any fear. Terror was what would feed his dominance over this argument. Rufus studied me for a few seconds. Perhaps he couldn’t go around my words, so he instead scanned his eyes around the place, hands propped against his waist, as

knew he used to live here. Not only that, I also resided here with him. But I acknowledged the fact that between the two of us, pools of memories were something only I had

me to get: he was wary of me. I could make out how he was thinking I was a spy of some sort who was searching for every little information that would be of any importance that I could use as leverage against him when the time came. Despite his effort to hide how

pursed my lips, trying to suppress how annoyed I was at how apprehensive he had become. Keeping myself in a lower status than him, I asked in a weak voice, “Since you had moved out, why is the palace still as clean as if someone’s living here? The dressing room is also full.” “You

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