《Mated To My Lycan Prince》全部章節：第 151 章 - 第 160 章

Sibyl’s POVWhen I got back to my room, Amy was taking out the sexy nightgown Carol bought me last time and hanging it in the closet one by one.The clothes covered only my n.ipples and buttocks. They were placed next to Nuri's dark clothes. I was a little ashamed to see them.“Amy, what are you doing?”“Your Grace, you're back!” Amy was so happy to see me, “I remember the clothes that old Mrs. Rodriguez bought for you. Oh, please promise me you'll wear them at night. Nuri Rodriguez is gonna love you in bed. Sexy is a woman's best weapon. That Azariah Windsor is no match for you.”“Oh, Amy, where did you learn that?” I was surprised. Amy and I grew up in the palace together, and I had never seen her become so proficient in the affairs of men and women.“Oh, Your Grace, as your maid, I was trained today by the Rodriguez family. Mrs. Rodriguez says you need someone who knows about relationships to help you, so I have to take responsibility for that. Please don't be shy. You are married

Sibyl’s POVA breeze came and I smelled a very nice scent.The smell was light, mixed with the scent of roses and Lily of the valley, and a hint of post-rain grass. I sniffed, OH, it also has the smell of the Phoenix Flower.The Phoenix Flower is a nearly extinct flower. It is very strict with the temperature, light and humidity of the living environment, so it is difficult for them to survive. But their flowers are extremely beautiful and give off a fascinating smell.The Queen tried to grow the Phoenix Flower in the palace. Many servants took turns to look after them, but they died anyway. Only a few merchants have grown them in glass greenhouses. These flowers are even more expensive than gold.I never thought the Windsor family would use such a precious flower as an ingredient in their fragrance, just to make their daughter more attractive.The luxurious life of Azariah Windsor is beyond my imagination.A crisp sound came from the silver bells, and then a woman's delicate laugh, “

Nuri’s POVI heard Sibyl at the door, but when I entered the room, she hid herself in the quilt and pretended to be asleep.I laughed. Who would sleep with their head under the covers?I motioned Amy out of the room with my eyes, and then I stood by the bed and looked at Sibyl.She seems to be competing with me for patience.“How long are you going to hide under the covers?” I asked her.She pulled the quilt tighter.I was afraid she would faint from lack of air, so I reached under the covers and held her hand.Her body trembled a little when I touched her.“You're not so shy when you're drunk,” I said, laughing.I have a picture of her drunk today. Her face was like a red apple, her eyes were wet and her body smelled of alcohol. She's really drunk. She hugged me tightly and said to me in a coquettish voice.“I don't want you to marry Azaria. I don't want you to marry any other woman.”“Don't love anyone but me, okay?”I was stunned. Sibyl has always been a gentle, shy and introverted

Chapter 31Azariah’s POVWhen I received the invitation from Nuri, I was so happy I almost screamed.But I remained calm and elegant. I took the invitation and asked casually, “Did he just invite me?”“Yes,” replied the servant who had come to deliver the letter.I controlled my laughter and asked, “Will Princess Sibyl come?”“No.”“Okay, I get it. You tell Sir Rodriguez I'll be there tomorrow.”After Nuri's servant had left, I jumped up with joy and turned in circles with the invitation in my hand.“Mummy, you're right. Nuri will come to me.”What happened on my birthday really pissed me off. Instead of getting me a gift. He took Sibyl right out of my room, showing no concern for my feelings or our engagement.My mother said to me happily, “My dear, this is the first lesson I've taught you. If you care about a man and want to get him, you can't be too aggressive in front of him, you can't reveal your emotions. Keep your dignity and wait for him to come to you.”“But, mummy, how can I

Sibyl’s POVThe rain and the sadness left me speechless, and my pale lips quivered."Doyle..." I looked at Manolo and cried even harder."Don't be afraid, where is he? You take me to his room." Manolo's voice is soft and powerful.I stood shivering, pointing in the direction of Doyle's house, and then I ran ahead, regardless of the mud and water on my dress.Manolo followed me closely and grabbed my arm just as I was about to fall."Doyle..." when I got to Doyle's room, I smelled something musty. His servants stood at the door, their faces sad and their heads bowed.I pushed the servants aside and went to Doyle's bed.Doyle's cheeks were red with fever. He closed his eyes, furrowed his brow, and uttered a low voice of pain."Open the south window. He needs some fresh air," Manolo told his servant. He went to bed, touched Doyle's forehead, frowned, and said, “He's had a fever for at least two days.”“Doyle... Doyle...” I called his name softly, but he couldn't open his eyes. His body t