The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

I suppressed a chuckle, my hand gently pressing against Rufus' chest as I tried to maintain a serious expression. "I'm going to take a bath. Get out of here," I said solemnly.

"Wait, there is no hurry."

Rufus turned around with a mischievous grin, filling the bathtub with water before returning with a set of pajamas and a bottle of essential oil in his hands. "Do you want some petals?" he asked, presenting a small bag of dried flowers.

I nodded, my eyes scanning the bag. "I prefer the lily's scent," I replied.

Rufus chuckled, carefully selecting lilies from the bag and sprinkling them into the pool of water. The room soon filled with a captivating fragrance as the petals floated on the surface, dots of color in the water. Gently, Rufus hoisted me up and gently placed me on the rustic wooden stool next to the bathtub. He carefully positioned the wheelchair to the side, ensuring it was out of the way.

"Are you sure you can wash yourself?" Rufus asked, his concern palpable as he lingered by my side. His worries didn't ease until he had meticulously prepared everything to assist me.

A wave of warmth washed over me. I was touched by Rufus's unwavering support. I mustered a smile and gently pushed his hand away, saying, "You should leave now. The water is starting to cool." "Call me if you need anything. I'll wait for you

outside," Rufus reassured me, his hand brushing softly against my head before he departed.

I stared at the closed door, lost in thought for a moment, my fingers absently tracing the delicate necklace adorning my neck.

I keep it on, a tangible reminder of his care

deeply, rising to my feet and shedding my clothes with deliberate care. Slowly, I stepped into the warm embrace of

me, suffusing my senses

I steeled myself and attempted to move independently. I

succeeded despite my

my inherent regenerative abilities granted assured me that I could already walk slowly. I'd noticed a swift surge of strength wafting through

the arduous

had unwavering faith that with a few more days of rest, I would make a complete recovery.

an effort to evade Rufus' keen watchfulness, I decided not to tell him of my

my plans, he might deploy

point as he would surely find

back into my wheelchair

out of

stillness that enveloped the room. The only sound that broke the silence was the rhythmic ticking

against the wall. en.FindNovels.net

across the room, surveying the area to assure myself of Rufus'

that the room was

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