Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 132

Sylvia’s POV:

Now that I had spilled my heart out, it felt as if a weight was lifted off my chest. However, my heart beat faster because I was eager to find his response. Rufus continued to look at me.

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.” Rufus’ eyes were cold. It looked like he wanted to leave. I knew he didn’t believe me.

I was so anxious that I stood up and grabbed his sleeve. “It’s true. I’m not lying. It’s the truth. I like you. I can’t live without you, Rufus!”

“Then why did you reject me when I tried approaching you?” Rufus asked coldly. The complicated emotions in his eyes confused me. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“That was because I was afraid I didn’t deserve you.” I looked at him helplessly and grabbed his sleeve. I was afraid that he would leave as soon as I released my grip. “You are too perfect and I’m just a slave.”

Tears trickled down my cheeks again. His indifference frightened me.

“I know I was wrong. I will be honest with you and myself. I will tell you everything frankly from now on without overanalyzing things.” I hitched with sobs because I couldn’t control myself anymore. An indescribable sadness surged up in my heart. I couldn’t bear to even think about losing Rufus.

Rufus grabbed my wrist, trying to unclasp my fingers that were clutching his sleeve. But I got more emotional and cried, “Don’t leave!”

I stubbornly pulled his sleeve, refusing to let him go.

Rufus closed his eyes and sighed. “I’m not leaving.”

Then, he pulled me into his arms. “I love you, Sylvia. How will I ever leave you? You have no idea how happy I am after hearing your confession. I have never been this happy before.”

I looked up at him, my eyes widening in surprise. “Weren’t you going to leave now?”

Rufus smiled helplessly and planted a soft k**s on my forehead.

I blushed and pushed him away. “Why… why did you k**s me all of a sudden?”

“You are adorable. I couldn’t help it,” Rufus whispered in my ear. “So you have accepted me, right?”

I nodded shyly. Rufus and I formally confirmed our mate bond. We were no longer partners.

Rufus wrapped his arms around my waist and stared into my eyes. The love and affection blazing in his eyes seemed to melt me into a puddle.

“Well, I lied to you,” he whispered, his hot breath blowing against my skin. “I wouldn’t have let you go even if you declined my proposal.”

I finally realized I had been set up. I was so angry that I raised my head and glared at him. Just as I was about to speak, he leaned over and pressed his lips against mine, prying them open with his teeth. His tongue continued to wander over my mouth, crumbling my self-control in an instant.

I couldn’t resist his sweet, torturous assault. My legs grew weak, and I began gasping for breath because I couldn’t control myself anymore.

Rufus gently pressed me on the sofa and slid one hand under my clothes, massaging the flesh on my waist. “It tickles,” I mumbled, grabbing his hand that was snaking upward.

“Shh…” Rufus bit my chin discontentedly before pressing his lips against mine.

The hot k**s and the softness of his lips made me dizzy. Rufus didn’t let go of me until I grew breathless.

He panted as he peppered k****s on my lips and cheeks. After a long time, he reluctantly pulled back, trailing his fingers across my hair, and sighed contentedly.

“Rufus?”

I called, clasping his hand.

“Yes?” He interlaced his fingers with mine, kissing the back of my hand.

“Since we are already mates, we should be together all our lives.” I turned over, leaned against his chest, and kissed his chin. “We can’t betray each other. Whoever dares to betray the other will become bald!”

Rufus chuckled as if amused by words.

I clamped his mouth with my palm, trying not to show my embarrassment. “Don’t laugh. Promise me.”

However, the hesitation in his eyes made my heart clench. I didn’t know why he was looking at me that way. ‘Does he regret his decision?’

Rufus stood up and stared at me with a solemn look on his face. “I have to tell you something.”

I quickly got up, not knowing what he was going to say.

Countless thoughts and questions swarmed in my mind. I was not used to his serious look.