The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 451

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.

"I know he wouldn't, but I can't help but wonder. It has been four hours, Yana, but they haven't come out. Don't tell me they've just been chatting for four hours straight." I was on the verge of breaking down and I couldn't help but think of the worst case scenario.

"Well, I mean, it's possible..." Yana continued falteringly. "Maybe they have become confidants." "Confidants?" I sneered coldly. "It'd be even funnier if my mate had a female confidant."

"Don't be angry. Forget what I said." Yana sighed. "Geoffrey was the one who said it had been four hours. Maybe he's lying and that slave has already left."

Despite her reasonable words, my mind was in a mess and I couldn't calm down.

After trying to persuade me for a long time, Yana finally pulled out her trump card. "When Alina made it look like you were having an affair with Warren, Rufus still trusted you. What about you? You don't know what the truth is, yet you already suspect Rufus."

After being silent for quite a while, I muttered, "I don't suspect him. It's just..."

My voice trailed off. My feelings were complicated and I couldn't describe them. It felt as though my one and only treasure had been taken away from me.