Chapter 1256 Trying To Please Me


    Crystal’s POV


    I suppressed a chuckle, my hand gently pressing against Rufus’ chest as I tried to maintain a serious


    expression. “I’m going to take a bath. Get out of here,” I said solemnly.


    “Wait, there is no hurry.”


    Rufus turned around with a mischievous grin, filling the bathtub with water before returning with a set of


    pajamas and a bottle of essential oil in his hands.


    “Do you want some petals?” he asked, presenting a small bag of dried flowers.


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    I nodded, my eyes scanning the bag. “I prefer the lily’s scent,” I replied.


    Rufus chuckled, carefully selecting lilies from the bag and sprinkling them into the pool of water. The


    room soon filled with a captivating fragrance as the petals floated on the surface, dots of color in the


    water.


    Gently, Rufus hoisted me up and gently ced me on the rustic wooden stool next to the bathtub. He


    carefully positioned the wheelchair to the side, ensuring it was out of the way.


    “Are you sure you can wash yourself?” Rufus asked, his concern palpable as he lingered by my side.


    His worries didn’t ease until he had meticulously prepared everything to assist me.


    A wave of warmth washed over me. I was t*ouched by Rufus’s unwavering support. I mustered a smile


    and gently pushed his hand away, saying, “You should leave now. The water is starting to cool.”


    “Call me if you need anything. I’ll wait for you outside,” Rufus reassured me, his hand brushing softly


    against my head before he departed.


    I stared at the closed door, lost in thought for a moment, my f*ingers absently tracing the delicate


    ne adorning my neck.


    Rufus had insisted I keep it on, a tangible reminder of his care and devotion. I exhaled deeply, rising to


    my feet and shedding my clothes with deliberate care.


    Slowly, I stepped into the warm embrace of the bathtub, the water curling around my feet.


    The warmth rejuvenated me, suffusing my senses with strength.


    d in my attire once again, I steeled myself and attempted to move independently. I took slow,


    measured steps, despite the lingering weakness in my muscles.


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    I seeded despite my snail’s pace. Relief washed over me as I realized the efficacy of the


    rehabilitation process. Furthermore, as a werewolf, my inherent regenerative abilities granted assured


    me that I could already walk slowly.


    I’d noticed a swift surge of strength wafting through my body, invigorating me with each passing


    moment.


    Despite the arduous and sometimes painful process of rehabilitation, its effectiveness was undeniable.


    I had unwavering faith that with a few more days of rest, I would make aplete recovery.


    In an effort to evade Rufus’ keen watchfulness, I decided not to tell him of my imminent departure.


    If he were privy to my ns, he might deploy additional covert guards to trail my movements.


    It was unwise to openly y tricks in front of him at this point as he would surely find out about my


    n. I had to move quietly.


    I cautiously settled back into my wheelchair and wheeled myself out of the bathroom, taking note of the


    stillness that enveloped the room. The only sound that broke the silence was the rhythmic ticking of the


    clock’s hands against the wall.


    I swept my eyes across the room, surveying the area to assure myself of Rufus’ absence.


    When I confirmed that the room was empty, I stealthily pushed myself forward. “Rufus?”


    I nudged the door ajar, only to find no trace of the towering figure.


    Hmph! Something must have spooked him into a hasty retreat.


    He was undeniably a busy man with a schedule packed to the brim, always on the move, and h*ardly


    with a moment to spare.


    He had assured me he would wait outside, but s, the treacherous werewolf proved to be unreliable


    once again. Trust was a raremodity with him, it seemed.


    A wave of despondency washed over me in an instant. I had tried every trick in the book to drive him


    away earlier, but now that he was truly gone, I felt a pang of sorrow.


    I knew I had a penchant for being stubborn, but my emotions were beyond my control. I yearned toy


    my eyes on him incessantly, unable to resist the pull he had on me.


    Seated in my wheelchair, I pouted with a sense of mncholy drumming in my chest. I attempted to


    reassure myself that his departure was a good thing, sparing me from further dishonesty. Nevertheless,


    my mood remained sour.


    Suddenly, a tingling sensation tickled my ankles, brushing my skin with a feather-light t*ouch.


    I nced downward and caught sight of a majestic wolf, with its luxurious tail swishing yfully around


    my feet. It nuzzled against me affectionately, as if reminiscing about our past encounters.