The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 1222

Rufus' POV:

I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped my lips and flicked her forehead with my fingers. "Don't be upset. Let's go and eat."

Crystal nodded awkwardly and slowly lifted the quilt to get out of bed. However, her legs were weak and she collapsed.

I instantly rushed to her and wrapped my arms around her. Then I carried her to the table.

After she was seated, she didn't dare to meet my eyes. The tips of her ears were red. She wanted to pick up the spoon, but couldn't get a firm grip on it. I knew this was caused by the three raging forces. They had left lasting damage to her body.

I was about to comfort her, but she was so furious that she flung the spoon into the bowl of soup and angrily said, "This is all your fault. You didn't control yourself last night. You're a pervert!"

I was at a loss for words. I shouldn't have lied to her. Now I would have to endure it.

"I'm sorry. This is all my fault. Don't be angry. It's not good for your health. Let me feed you." I scooped some potato paste into a spoon and brought it to her mouth.

Crystal shrugged and reluctantly ate the food.

"Do you want some porridge?" I softly asked.

"I want some meat," Crystal replied with a groan, her eyes constantly darting toward the beef.

"How about I give you porridge with meat?" I negotiated with raised eyebrows.

Besides Beryl, I had never treated a she-wolf so patiently and willingly.

"Okay." Crystal gave me a reluctant nod, quietly urging me to take a large piece of meat.

I felt strange. I put a piece of meat on a spoonful of porridge.

Crystal ate the food with a moan.

While I was peeling off the fish skin with a fork, it suddenly struck me that Crystal had never told me she didn't eat it. How could I know that she didn't eat fish skin?

I stared at the fish on the plate, lost in deep thought.

"Hurry up. I want to eat fish," Crystal urged, eyeing it eagerly.

I paused with the fork in my hand, and I speared a piece of fish with skin to feed her.

She wrinkled her delicate nose, turned her head away, and said with disgust, "I don't want to eat the fish skin."

My heart sank as if I had just received some proof.

A variety of blurry visions flashed through my mind. I couldn't see them clearly, but I felt familiar with them. When I tried to focus on them, my head began aching violently, and I experienced the sensation of being bitten by little bugs again.