Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 78

Sylvia’s POV:

I told Flora to go back to our dorm room first. Then I slowly walked to Maya.

I could see from Maya’s face that she was very happy to see me. “Good evening, Miss Todd. I’m here to pick you up to meet your dance instructor.”

I hesitated for a while. But in the end, I didn’t refuse.

Every time I took a step now, I felt like my calf was breaking apart all over again. With my current situation, taking the dance lesson should be strenuous. But I promised Rufus, and there were only three days left before Friday. If I didn’t learn how to dance, I would make a fool of myself at the ball and disgrace him. It would be more troublesome.

“Miss Todd, is everything alright?” Maya must have noticed that I was in a daze, so she leaned over, tilted her head, and asked me.

“Nothing. Let’s go,” I said through clenched teeth. Since I had to do it, I had to do it well. As for my leg injury, I should be able to endure it for a while.

Maya took me to a garden full of roses. In the middle of the garden stood a white palace glazed with glass lanterns hanging in front of it. I felt like I was in make-believe.

“Miss Todd, I can only take you here. The dance instructor is in the hall. You can go inside and find him,” Maya said with a smile and left.

When I pushed the door open, I was startled.

How could my dance instructor be Rufus?

“Why are you just standing there? Come in.” Rufus still looked cool, sitting upright in front of the ebony table with a notebook and a pile of official documents.

He was a busy man, but he still spared time to come here to teach me how to dance. I really felt like crying!

I closed the door nervously, feeling helpless. “How about some other day?”

“Sylvia, what are you afraid of?” Rufus raised his eyebrows and seemed very dissatisfied when he saw the timid look on my face. He simply walked over to me, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me to the desk. “Drink the soup.”

As usual, it was the same nourishing soup. Looking at Rufus’ handsome profile, I inexplicably began to feel nervous.

When I finished drinking the soup, he took me to another room to start our dance lesson.

“Come here,” Rufus said, reaching out his hand to me. He looked at me seriously and deeply.

“Does it really have to be so formal?” I stretched out my hand, but I was trembling, and my heart was beating fast.

Rufus didn’t say anything more and just held my hand tightly. When I felt the temperature of his palm, I felt like I was losing my mind. My temperature began to rise, and I blushed. Looking up at his chin made me start to think about how intimate we could be.

But when I moved, the pain in my leg instantly sobered me up.

Yana hissed in my head, “It hurts!”

She startled me. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing. I’m just crying in pain for you. After all, you can’t cry out, right?”

I couldn’t help but secretly roll my eyes. Yana was a real drama queen.

“First, chest up. Focus your upper body strength on your shoulder blades,” Rufus said, tapping my back.

I responded in a panic, feeling numb on the part he touched.

“When moving forward or backward, use your middle body muscles, which is at the h*p and crotch area. Come on, try it.” Rufus pulled me a step forward. Then I took a few steps forward despite the pain in my leg.

“Remember to hold my waist when we whirl.” As he spoke, he put my hands on his waist.

I bit my lower l*p and listened to every word he said. But my leg hurt so much that I couldn’t concentrate.

I was still lost in thought when Rufus suddenly let go of me. He seemed to have noticed that I was absent-minded.

“If you don’t want to learn, you don’t have to force yourself,” he said coldly.

I hurriedly wiped my sweaty palms. “It’s not that I don’t want to learn. I’m not forcing myself either. It’s just that…”

I hemmed and hawed for a long time as I couldn’t come up with a good excuse.