Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Crystal’s POV

I suppressed a chuckle, my hand gently pressing against Rufus’ chest as I tried to maintain a serious expression. “I’m going to take a bath. Get out of here,” I said solemnly.

“Wait, there is no hurry.”

Rufus turned around with a mischievous grin, filling the bathtub with water before returning with a set of pajamas and a bottle of essential oil in his hands.

“Do you want some petals?” he asked, presenting a small bag of dried flowers.

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I nodded, my eyes scanning the bag. “I prefer the lily’s scent,” I replied.

Rufus chuckled, carefully selecting lilies from the bag and sprinkling them into the pool of water. The room soon filled with a captivating fragrance as the petals floated on the surface, dots of color in the water.

Gently, Rufus hoisted me up and gently placed me on the rustic wooden stool next to the bathtub. He carefully positioned the wheelchair to the side, ensuring it was out of the way.

you can wash yourself?” Rufus asked, his concern palpable as he lingered by my side. His

warmth washed over me. I was t*ouched by Rufus’s unwavering support. I mustered a smile and gently pushed his

for you outside,” Rufus

for a moment, my

tangible reminder of his care and devotion. I exhaled deeply, rising

of the

warmth rejuvenated me, suffusing my senses with

to move independently. I took slow, measured steps, despite the

rehabilitation process. Furthermore, as

a swift surge of strength wafting through my body, invigorating me with each

rehabilitation, its effectiveness was undeniable. I had unwavering faith that with

keen watchfulness, I decided not to tell him of my

my plans, he might deploy additional

play tricks in front of him at this point as he would surely find out about my plan. I had to

wheelchair and wheeled myself out of the bathroom, taking note of the stillness that enveloped the room. The only sound that broke the silence was the rhythmic ticking of

room, surveying the area to assure myself of Rufus’