The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

"Did you bring your medicine?" Rufus asked in a low voice without raising his head.

"It's in my coat pocket," I quickly answered. Rufus must be in a bad mood at the moment because he didn't look at me and his face was gloomy.

He silently took the tube of ointment out of my coat pocket and rubbed the bruises on my leg.

I couldn't help crying out in pain. But I quickly covered my mouth with my hand to restrain myself from making too much noise, not daring to look at him.

"Just endure the pain because the bruises must be rubbed. Otherwise, it will take longer to recover," Rufus said in a plain voice, but he reduced the force in his hands.

I stared at his downcast face and couldn't help but wonder, 'Is he worried about me?'

having a crush on the prince again," Yana

didn't know why she often spoke in a dandy

fragile in front of Rufus?" Yana said in a

And her every word was connoting something. This made me feel ashamed and angry, so I quickly blocked her

I stared at him and blinked my eyes. Was

his head down and didn't stop rubbing my leg. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you were injured. I shouldn't have forced you to

every word clearly. He looked very depressed, like a big dog soaked in

for. It's not your fault, after all," I said softly. If only I could, I really wanted to pat his head. But the fact that he was a prince stopped me from doing it. Rufus didn't answer me. He looked

injury from you, and I agreed to this dance

a long time. "Forget about this dance lesson. Your leg is

of this, I got anxious at once. "No, I want to learn how to dance. I'm

anymore," Rufus said, looking up at me. And I was

I was blushing, so I quickly looked away. It must be because the light was