The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 962

Crystal's POV:

I quickly looked down and pretended to sip my juice.

Once Rufus was done with his meal, I couldn't wait to leave.

As soon as I left the palace grounds and reached an isolated spot, I couldn't hold back my tears anymore.

His memories of me were gone, but something still remained there. Once habits were formed, they could subconsciously change a person's preference.

Even after five years, Rufus was in every part of my life. The way I ate and slept, and even the shower gel I used, were all his favorites.

It was the same with Rufus.

I sobbed silently as sadness drowned me. This sadness of loving him but not being able to be with him had often invaded my mind during the past five years.

I knew I shouldn't behave like this. I should have just let go since we could never be together again. But I really couldn't. I was being selfish and greedy and craved the warmth that didn't belong to me anymore. Rufus was the one who pulled me out of the abyss of desperation and warmed me with his love, giving me a chance to see this world with new hope. I really didn't want to go back to a life without him.

Rufus was my light. I couldn't give him up, but I had to.

I cried until I was exhausted. Then I slowly got to my feet and continued to walk back.

After returning to my temporary accommodations in the royal palace, I made a beeline for the bathroom. I cleaned myself up and then went to see Arron.

He was reading a picture book on the sofa. As soon as he spotted me, he climbed down from the sofa and ran toward me with his arms wide open.

I gathered him to me, kissed his cheek, and asked softly, "Did you miss Mommy?"

He nodded vigorously, "Yes!"

My little kid had been obedient since he was a baby. He didn't question me when I asked him to put on the bandages. He was so considerate. At the same time, my guilt about him increased. The loss of a father's love was destined to be a source of regret for the kids.

After dinner, I carried Arron to bed and told him stories, coaxing him to sleep.

Unlike Beryl, who preferred horror stories, Arron liked historical ones. He had already heard about two-fifths of world history. Although he had known lots of words and could read on his own, he still wanted me to narrate the stories to him.

He snuggled in my arms and read the book with me. While I was telling him the story, I gently patted his back to lull him to sleep.

After a while, he drifted off. I carefully laid his head on the pillow and covered him with the quilt. I kissed him on the forehead before turning off the light.

In the dark, I sighed. I missed Beryl immensely. I didn't know if my little girl would get used to living without me.

Would Rufus treat her well?