The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Walking Stick

Rufus' POV:

After I parted ways with Leonard, Sylvia and I went back to shopping. I bought her a lot of things. Sylvia had to stop me from buying more in the end. Then, we went home with satisfaction.

After having dinner in the evening, Sylvia went into her room. I had no idea what she was doing. I went to the study because I had a video conference to attend.

It was already nine o'clock at night when I came out of the study. I poured a glass of milk and headed to our room. At that time, I found that Sylvia was sitting on the carpet and cutting a piece of wood.

I put the glass of milk on the table and kissed her on her cheek. "What are you doing?"

Sylvia gave me a sly smile and said, "You can take a guess!"

As she talked, she waved the wood in her hand naughtily.

I rubbed my chin as if I was really thinking and guessed, "Are you making a broom?" Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Hearing my words, Sylvia burst into laughter and said, "You are wrong! You aren't going to have my kisses tonight."

pulled out a paper under her buttocks and said,

a

in surprise. I was amazed by her design. Sylvia always surprised

words, Sylvia snorted smugly and said, "Of course, I drew it and I'm going to carve it. Leonard said that holding a crutch makes him look stupid. So, I am going to make a beautiful walking stick for him.

the design drawing and held her tightly in my arms before kissing her passionately. After some time, Sylvia pushed me away and said, "Hey, I haven't finished talking yet!" She looked so beautiful with her rosy cheeks and

her in that way, I couldn't help but kiss her on

her messy hair and sat down to listen to

I don't know if

my head and reassured, "No, he won't. I'm sure

suspiciously and asked, "Why are

well?"

say. I coughed slightly and acted as if I was jealous. "If he doesn't like it, you can give it to me.

Sylvia's face as she promised confidently, "When you become an old man, I will definitely make a wheelchair for you." I flicked her forehead gently and scolded her with a smile, "Believe it or not, even

and said, "You are much older than me. Don't you want me to wheel you around every day when we grow old?" "You naughty girl!

mercy. "No,

a little unhappy. I really hated myself for being ten years older than

duty now was to protect her for the rest of her life and