Chapter 650 Visual Illusion


    Sylvia''s POV:


    As tears continuously flowed down my cheeks, Iy there stunned. I then turned Rufus over and


    saw the pattern of a winding thorn on his back. It had already gotten very big.


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    Running my fingers over it, I asked, "Can''t you feel it? It''s growing here from your waist."


    "I... don''t feel anything." Rufus shook his head in confusion.


    "You should at least be able to see it, then." If he even slightly tilted his head, the pattern on his


    waist would be clearly visible to him. And when he was taking a shower, he should have been able


    to notice it then.


    After I got out of the bed, I grabbed a mirror for him to take a look for himself. "Well, can you see it


    now?"


    Rufus turned his head around and his brows furrowed in confusion. "I see nothing."


    "How could it be..." My stomach churned from the strange feeling when I looked over at the mirror''s


    reflection and saw nothing in it.


    I then thought it might be the problem of the mirror. I grabbed another mirror, one that was bigger,


    and raised it up to Rufus'' level. "Can you see it now?"


    "No, still nothing." Rufus looked as though he was about to say something but then stopped after


    thinking it over.


    Looking back and forth at the reflection on the mirror and the pattern on his back, I blinked my eyes


    repeatedly. I nearly thought I was insane and was imagining things.


    "Have you been too tired recently? Maybe it''s a hallucination." Rufus asked, his eyesced with


    concern.


    I ced the mirror down and my eyes made their way back to the ck thorn on his back. There


    was no way it was an illusion, the logical part of my brain knew it was real.


    But why couldn''t I see the pattern in the mirror?


    Could it be a manifestation of this curse?


    Unable to bear seeing me in this state, Rufus embraced me with his arms and gave me a kiss on


    the forehead. "Well, don''t think about it anymore. I think all you need is to get a good night''s sleep


    for now."


    Around the same time, Rufus'' phone began to ring. His hand reached for the phone on the bedside


    table. But the moment he ced the phone on his ear, the blood on his face rushed out and he


    turned pale. Something had happened, it seemed. Something bad.


    I immediately slipped my way out of his arms right after he had hung up the call.


    "Go ahead with your work."


    Rufus hesitated and shook his head. "I''m too worried for you. After I see that you have fallen


    asleep, then I''ll leave."


    I pretended to be rxed and patted him on the shoulder. "Oh, me? I''m fine. Maybe you''re right and


    it must be an illusion. My mind has been under too much pressure recently."


    Rufus sighed, then ced his hands gently on my shoulders and looked right into my eyes.


    "Promise me that you''ll tell me as soon as something like this is on your mind again, whether it is an


    illusion or not. You don''t need to bear any burden all on your own anymore. I''m not just anybody,


    Sylvia. I''m your mate and your future husband, remember?"


    I didn''t want to make him worry anymore, so I nodded slightly and responded, "I know. I won''t hide


    anything from you anymore, I promise."


    As his hands cupped my face, Rufus smiled. "You really did scare me just now."


    I also smiled and ced my hands over his. "I''ll be alright. Go ahead and sort out what you need to


    at work. I''m sure I''ll be all better after some rest."


    "I won''t leave until I''ve seen that you have fallen asleep."


    "No, I''d just want to pester you. I won''t be able to fall asleep if you''re here," I exined, wrinkling my


    nose teasingly.


    Rufus knew he couldn''t persuade me any longer, so he sat up and put on his clothes, getting ready


    to deal with the emergency.


    I calmed down when the room finally felt quiet.


    My mind couldn''t help from running over everything that had happened recently, and somehow it all


    had something to do with Noreen.


    The name "Noreen" hade up around me ever since ir was injured and cursed, and I couldn''t


    seem to get rid of it no matter how much I tried.


    The curse on Rufus wasn''t a coincidence. Thest time I fought Noreen, she had managed to figure


    out that I would go back to theb because of that, at least her words made it seem like that.


    It was almost like everything had been arranged by someone.


    What would happen next?


    It seemed that I was already firmly in their trap, so I couldn''t do anything else but bite the bullet and


    forge on.


    But... why did Noreen choose me?


    I couldn''t help but recall Hobson grabbing my hand and saying that he could smell Noreen''s scent


    on me when I was in his castle.


    Suddenly, I sat up with a n taking shape in my mind.