The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

The room Geoffrey had prepared for Rufus was in a villa in the western wing. Red roses were lined the path.

I walked behind Geoffrey with a straight face. I just wanted him to tell me where Rufus was located, but he insisted on taking me to his room in person.

It was obvious that he wanted to catch a good show.

I had driven Flora and the others away because I didn't want them to see such a scene. Although I didn't want to believe that Rufus would really cheat on me, it was difficult for me to figure out why he and Ashley had stayed in the same room for over four hours.

"How far is it?" I couldn't help but ask.

Geoffrey gave me a smile and said, "We're almost there. Relax. Just a couple more galleries."

Growing more and more irritable, I didn't reply to him.

"Sylvia, I think you're overthinking. Rufus wouldn't do that to you," Yana said in my mind in an effort to comfort me.

has been four hours, Yana, but they haven't come out. Don't tell me they've just been chatting for four

Yana continued falteringly. "Maybe they have become confidants." "Confidants?" I sneered coldly. "It'd be even funnier if my mate had a female

be angry. Forget what I said." Yana sighed. "Geoffrey was the one who said it had been four hours.

words, my mind was in a mess and I

Yana finally pulled out her trump card. "When Alina made it look like you were having an affair with

quite a while, I

were complicated and I couldn't describe them. It felt as though my

thought of Rufus and Ashley staying alone for four hours made me

Suddenly, she asked in a low voice, "Is it possible that Rufus has killed that slave? After all, the

eyes flashed. Yana could be right. It was almost the night of the full moon, and Rufus had been in a very agitated state lately. If a strange female approached him, he could've lost control and twisted her neck. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels

explained why the slave hadn't left the

to think of ways to deal with the aftermath of

I couldn't help but feel guilty

that something had happened, I realized that I wasn't

what, I needed to trust