Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 1047 The Same Habit
Crystal’s POV:
My heart sank. I made this wooden whistle by copying the one Rufus had made for me in the past. Rufus now scrutinized the whistle carefully. Did it shake loose some memory of his?
Laura and I glanced at each other at the same time and guessed each other’s thoughts. She was also afraid that Rufus would remember something.
After studying the whistle for a long time, Rufus turned to me and asked, “Did you make this yourself?”
“Of course,” I replied firmly.
I was a little flustered and didn’t know what was running through his mind.
My own mind was thoroughly muddled up. But whatever.
Even if Rufus felt that the wooden whistle looked familiar, he wouldn’t remember anything if I continued to insist that I made it myself.
Unless he had made another whistle for himself back then too. However, it was a slim possibility. Rufus’ original intention for carving this whistle was to make it convenient for me to communicate with Rin.
He didn’t really share a good relationship with her, so he had no use for a wooden whistle himself.
As this thought crossed my mind, relief coursed through my veins and I could face Rufus’ questions more confidently.
He shot me a pointed look and commented with a faint smile, “I didn’t expect you to have the same habit as me.”
I was puzzled. I didn’t understand the meaning behind his words. But judging from the expression on his face, it didn’t look like he had remembered anything from the past. From the corner of my eye, I spotted Laura winking at me anxiously. This left me even more perplexed.
Rufus handed the whistle to me. He pointed to a small cross on its inner side and said, “When I was a child, I attended a woodwork cl@ssfor a while. I liked to leave a subtle mark on all my creations. The position and shape of my chosen mark are exactly the same as the one you have made.”
I was stunned. Judging from Laura’s helpless expression, I knew Rufus had spoken the truth. “So is this just a coincidence?” Rufus gazed at me with sharp eyes.
Cold sweat instantly trickled down my spine, and my stomach plunged to the ground. I had just copied his work and had a*s*sumed this tiny mark was also a necessary part of the whistle, so I kept it. How would I know it was actually Rufus’ signature? How could I possibly explain this to him without telling him the truth?
“Why don’t you answer me?” Rufus didn’t let this matter go.
Faced with his pointed questions, my brain seemed to come to a grinding halt and I couldn’t cook up any sensible reason. I couldn’t claim that this was just a coincidence. No one would believe that. My copy was so accurate that even the position and shape of his signature were perfectly identical. There was no such coincidence in the world.
Fortunately, my mask obscured my face and Rufus couldn’t see my panicked expression.
As soon as I opened my mouth to reply, Laura interjected, “I showed her your creations from your childhood.”
Rufus didn’t comment. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and said, “This is the first time I’ve heard that you’ve saved the things I’d made as a child. I would love to see them one day.”
“I only have photos. I have even saved the pictures of you dressed in a girl’s clothes when you were two years old. Would you like to see them too?” Laura immediately shot back, directly dissipating Rufus ‘ aggressive tone.
“No need for that. I’m just curious that you have such a close relationship with Crystal that you’re even sharing my childhood photos with her already.” Rufus scoffed and sat on one side of the sofa, looking dignified and lofty.
I interrupted their conversation, “Okay, stop it.” I turned my attention to Rufus and said, “The thing is, Arron has recently become interested in woodwork.
When Laura heard this, she mentioned that you were quite skilled at it as a child and then showed me your creations. While looking through the photos, I noticed that the small mark you left was very unique, so I copied it. I didn’t know it was your signature.”
“I see,” Rufus replied softly. He didn’t pursue this matter anymore. I wasn’t sure if he believed my explanation or not. I had always found him to be unreadable, and felt that he had already seen thorough everything but just enjoyed toying me like a clueless mouse in a maze.
Otherwise, why did he bring me back only after I had reached the airport? And every time he asked me something, he always stopped at the right moment, waiting to see how I would explain myself. Although he appeared to believe what I said, no one knew what was really on his mind. I was scared that he would secretly hatch a plan, or he had already had something on me and was waiting for me to fall into his trap.