The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 185

Flora's POV:

As I lay in bed idly, my phone started to ring.

Glancing at the caller ID, I scrambled to pick up the phone. "Sylvia!" I greeted excitedly. "You finally called. How are you now? Where have you been? I was so worried about you!"

At first, I was met with stunned silence.

"One at a time, Flora, or I won't know which to answer first," Sylvia finally replied in a helpless yet joking tone.

I sank back into bed and raised my feet in the air, stretching absentmindedly. "How many calls have you made to announce your safety?"

"This is the first one!" Sylvia snorted on the other end of the line. "I just texted others. You're the only one I called."

"That's more like it." I nodded with satisfaction. "By the way, where'd you go? When I got to the equipment room, you were no longer there."

"After I escaped, I was chased into the forbidden forest. I'll tell you more about it later. In the end, it was Rufus who saved me," Sylvia explained briefly.

At the mention of that name, I smirked maliciously. "Were you drugged? Did Rufus help you with it?"

Sylvia coughed awkwardly. "How'd you know that I was drugged?"

"Because Warren, that idiot, was also drugged. He was lying there, groaning and groveling," I blurted without thinking. Recalling what had happened to Warren, I burst into laughter. "I didn't expect him to get into such an awkward situation!"

"Then how did Warren deal with it?"

Sylvia's question flustered me. I covered the phone and stammered, "Just... like that."

"Just like what? I don't understand what you're talking about." Sylvia paused in confusion. Then she asked, "Flora, did you—?"

"Did I what?" I interrupted Sylvia and hurriedly fabricated a story to throw her off track. "Warren was taken away by a doctor. I don't know the details, but maybe they figured something."

"Flora, why do you sound so nervous?" Sylvia asked point blank. She couldn't understand why I was acting so strange.

"I... Am I nervous?" I forced out a chuckle, though I knew I sounded as guilty as I felt.

"You are," Sylvia affirmed. "You're practically shouting."

"Maybe it's because I'm sleepy." After saying that, I deliberately yawned, and so did Sylvia. It seemed that yawning was infectious, even over the phone.