Chapter 703
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 703 No Taste
Leonard’s POV:
It had been a long time since I felt so weak and powerless. My b*ody seemed to be giving up. Even my
heart couldn’t seem to beat properly.
Sensing that my breathing was slowing down, I woke up from mya with a start. I gasped for air as
my oxygen-deprived brain was still in a daze.
I tried to blink, but it felt as though my eyes were covered with ayer of white paste and mist.
When I finally came to my senses and my heartbeat returned to normal, I found myself lying in a
bedroom. As I looked at my surroundings in confusion, a figure approached me.
It took me a while to recognize that it was Alina. Then I remembered that I had fainted not long after
Edwin left. My brain was working again and I gradually remembered everything. I didn’t know how long
it had been since I passed out, but I immediately felt anxious. I didn’t know how Sylvia was now.
When Alina reached out to pull the quilt up around me, I grabbed her hand and asked, “How long has it
been since Edwin left? Is he back? What about Sylvia?”
Alina paused for a moment, but she seemed unfazed. She smiled faintly and said, “Dad, you’ve been
out for only an hour. As for the people who went out to rescue Sylvia, they haven’te back yet.”
I let out a long sigh and felt very uneasy. It had been an hour and we still got nothing. I didn’t know if
something had happened to Edwin and the others.
“Dad, rx. Prince Rufus is there. He won’t let anything happen to Sylvia.” Alina patted my shoulder to
comfort me.
“You’re right.” I sighed and took sce in knowing that Rufus was strong enough to bring Sylvia back
safely.
Despite this, I still felt guilty. For the wedding, I had dispatched more than half of the pack’s sold*iers to
guard the manor. Despite the tight security, the enemy was still able to break in.
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“Dad, don’t worry too much about it, okay? Here, have some soup first.” Alina held up a bowl of soup
and was about to feed me.
Having no appetite, I shook my head. “No, I want to rest.” “Eat a little so that you have something in
your stomach before taking the medicine,” Alina persuaded.
I sighed. Sylvia hadn’t been saved yet, and I was in no mood to eat.
Alina said earnestly, “Sylvia will be fine, Dad. If you don’t take your medicine, your condition will get
worse and Sylvia will only worry about you when she gets back.” I nced at the pills in Alina’s hand.
What she said made sense, so I sat up reluctantly and drank some soup. “No seasoning?” I looked at
the bowl of soup in my hand and frowned slightly. It waspletely nd. I started to wonder if I had
lost my sense of taste. Although I had been in poor health for a while now, I could still taste things
before. It seemed that I was seriously ill this time. Alina chuckled. “You’re sick so I reasoned that you
needed some light food, so I didn’t add much seasoning.”
“Even so, I should be able to taste the other vors of the soup, but I can’t taste anything at all.” I
uneasily asked Alina to call the doctor in.
Alina fell silent for a moment. After a while, she smiled and said, “The doctor said it was nothing
serious.”
“Call the doctor,” I said again. “Let me ask him myself.” I didn’t believe that there was nothing wrong
with me. I knew my own b*ody and I clearly felt that there was something wrong with it. No matter how
seriously ill I was in the past, I had never lost my sense of taste.
But Alina ignored me. “Dad, you should drink more soup so that you can take your medicine.”
“Call the doctor! Alina, why aren’t you listening to me?” I roared impatiently.
Alina didn’t respond. Instead, she took the bowl from me anddled more soup into it. “The doctor said
that you should drink more soup to strengthen your b*ody.”
I was so angry that I pped the bowl of chicken soup out of her hand. “I said, call the doctor! Alina,
what are you so afraid of? Why won’t you let me see the doctor?”