Rufus' POV:
"Let her in."
I swallowed my anger for the time being.
The she-wolf had good timing. I wanted to ask her about something anyway.
I nudged Beryl towards the doctor and said to the latter, "Take good care of her."
The doctor nodded respectfully.
I took one more look at the strawberry-embellished hair band in Beryl's hair with satisfaction and then stood up.
Unexpectedly, Beryl suddenly grabbed my arm, so I accidentally lifted her tiny body as I stood up. "Wow! This is fun! Higher, Higher!" Beryl probably thought I was playing with her, so she grinned at me from ear to ear.
Afraid that I'd drop her, I quickly hugged her close to my chest and said, "I have something to deal with. Stay here."
"No, I want to be with Daddy." As Beryl spoke, she wrapped her chubby arms around my neck tightly, almost choking me.
"Beryl, I can't breathe." I struggled to say those four words and tried to pry Beryl's hands off, but when I touched her soft skin, I was worried that I'd hurt her.
Fortunately, Beryl loosened her grip. She complained with dissatisfaction, "Daddy, why can't I go with you? And you should call me Baby Beryl, not Beryl."
"Because we're going to talk about adult stuff."
"What? Why? I can understand what grown-ups talk about. Daddy, do you still think I'm stupid? Well, you're wrong! I know grown-up words too, you know!" Beryl clung to me stubbornly. As she spoke, she even put her chubby face close to me. She smelled like a baby, which made me feel at a loss.
Beryl was too young to be scolded or grounded. Even though I tried to act serious in front of her, she would reach out her little hands and push the corners of my mouth up, forcing me to smile.
I had no choice but to look to the doctor for help, pleading at him with my eyes to take Beryl away.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Lycan King's Fate Calling