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."

she pulled out a paper under her buttocks and said, "Well, take a look

a drawing of

my eyebrows in surprise. I was amazed by

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. Let's see

couldn't resist my urge to kiss her. Immediately, I dropped the design drawing and held her tightly in my arms before kissing her passionately. After

way, I couldn't help but kiss

hair and sat down to

my surprise, Sylvia frowned and said in a sad voice, "But I don't know if Leonard will like this walking stick

"No, he won't. I'm sure he will

are

well?"

I coughed slightly and acted as if I was jealous. "If he doesn't like it, you can give it to me. I mean you haven't given me any hand-made gift

definitely make a wheelchair for you." I flicked her forehead gently and scolded her with a smile, "Believe it or not, even if I am

older than me. Don't you want me to wheel you around every day when we grow old?"

begged for mercy. "No, of course

her. Now, I felt a little unhappy. I really hated myself for being ten years older than

protect my Sylvia. My biggest duty now was to protect her for the rest