Chapter 575


    Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight


    Chapter 575 The Code to Coax a She-wolf


    Leonard’s POV:


    I handed a bag filled with potatoes to Rufus and said, “The residents have sent these for you. These


    potatoes are round and big. They are a local specialty.”


    Rufus epted the potatoes and weed me inside. “An inventory of the armory has been taken.


    Take a look at this list when you have time. Geoffrey has a huge secret collection.” I ced the list on


    the table and swept my eyes around the room, but didn’t spot Sylvia. “Where is your mate? It’s still


    quite early in the morning. Did she go out to get something again?”


    “No. She’s in the bedroom.” Rufus’ face colored with embarrassment and even a little puzzlement, a


    look I had rarely seen on him before.


    I instantly sensed that something was wrong and spected that they had probably quarreled. These


    days, young couples were very impatient. Just like Warren and Flora were.


    “Sylvia is such a sweet-tempered she-wolf. How did you manage to piss her off?” With my hands


    sped behind my back, I began to dole out advice as an elder. “It’s not surprising though. Men tend to


    be careless sometimes and don’t consider the emotions of she-wolves.”


    “Do you know any good way to cajole a she-wolf?” Rufus asked humbly.


    I snorted proudly, “Of course. The most important thing to remember while persuading a she-wolf is to


    be shameless. If she says she needs some space alone to calm herself, don’t foolishly agree, or things


    are going to get worse. The calmer a she-wolf seems, the more terrible the consequences will be.”Content provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    I prattled on, teaching Rufus several secret sK*lls to woo a she-wolf. Rufus listened carefully, asking


    questions from time to time.


    “If you follow my tips, I’m certain Sylvia will not be mad at you anymore,” I promised with a smile.


    “I see…” Rufus was in deep thought about everything I’d told him, bringing to my mind a scene from


    more than ten years ago. When I had exined the key points of leading an army to war to the young


    Rufus, his expression was as serious and modest as now.


    He was always curious to learn more, which gave me immense satisfaction as a teacher. I happily gave


    him numerous examples I’d heard from others.


    He shot me a dubious look. “Do these really work? Have you ever tried them?”


    I stopped speaking, a frisson of guilt unfurling inside me. Honestly, I hadn’t tried any of these methods


    to woo a she-wolf. I had only heard of them.


    Before my wife d*ied, we had treated each other with great respect. We had barely quarreled or talked


    much. Ours was a political match. As the daughter of another pack’s Alpha, my wife had etiquette


    engraved in her bones.


    She never liked fighting and K*lling, but I had been on a mission outside throughout the year, so I was


    inevitably tainted with a murderous att*tude.


    As a result, we didn’t really havemon topics to talk about when we were alone.


    Besides, I wasn’t particrly fond of her personality. I hated her arrogance and her intense desire to


    control everything around her.


    Alina had lived with my wife up until the age of eight, while I had been busy fighting wars outside.


    After my wife d*ied, I brought Alina to live with me and personally trained her. But I realized that Alina’s


    nature was simr to her mother’s. It took me a lot of effort to straighten her out. Now that I gave it


    some serious thought, I discovered that I truly knew nothing about love.


    My silence was enough to answer Rufus’ doubts. He stopped asking questions. We stared at each


    other, not knowing what to say. An awkwardness sprung up between us. Fortunately, one of his men


    came to report something to him.


    “Please have a seat and make yourselffortable. I’ll be back soon.” Rufus then left hurriedly.


    I heaved a sigh of relief and mopped the sweat from my forehead. Turning around, I noticed a wooden


    box on the table. It was open, and a beautiful transparent light pink gem pendant was cradled within it.


    Pink gemstones were rare.


    I picked it up curiously, wanting to get a closer look. However, as soon as my fingers touched it, I was


    startled by the burning sensation I felt.


    This gem was zing hot.