The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 217

Warren's POV:

Wearing a straight face, I walked along the path in the garden with Flora. It was already our third lap. My palms started to sweat.

Flora was scowling. She hadn't said a word since we came downstairs. It was obvious she was worried about Sylvia.

"Are you tired yet?" I asked in a measly attempt to break the silence.

My voice brought Flora back to her senses and she blinked at me blankly. "You're tired already? You can go ahead. I want to keep walking."

I instantly regretted asking such a stupid question. Leaving Flora alone was the last thing on my mind.

I pretended to think it over for a while before saying, "Forget it. I'll accompany you for a little longer. I can tell you're in a bad mood."

"It's okay. You can go. I'm fine by myself," Flora said, glancing at me indifferently. Then, she raised her head and looked up at the starry sky.

"I have nothing else to do anyway. Let's talk," I said shyly, my cheeks burning. Fortunately, it was dark, so I hoped she wouldn't notice how flustered I was. This was the first time I had ever been so thick-skinned. I was unaccustomed to the feeling.

Flora snorted, "Whatever you say."

I chuckled, trying to lighten up the atmosphere, but it seemed I made things even more awkward. Flora didn't utter a single word to me.

"It's a beautiful night," I said feebly, trying to find something—anything—to say.

"Mhm." Flora grunted indifferently. She looked a little bored. "Not as beautiful as you are."

"What're you talking about?" My ears turned red.

"You heard me." Flora turned to look at me seriously. "Haven't you ever looked into the mirror? Don't you know how handsome you are? You're the best looking man in our pack. At least, I haven't seen anyone else more handsome than you."

I wasn't used to such a topic, so I was at a complete loss for words. "I don't care about my appearance. What matters to me is my training."