Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Chapter 1182 Dress Up As A Man
Crystal’s POV:
I followed the pink-masked clown to their employee room and was greeted with the sight of Arron’s face as soon as I pushed the
door open. I was ecstatic inside, but I didn’t dare show it on my face. I forcefully subdued my feelings and just stared at him
blankly.
Arron looked unharmed and safe, but the she-wolfs lingering hand on his face made my stomach twist uncomfortably. “What are
you staring at?” The pink- masked clown glared at me and placed the mask back on Arron’s face. Impatience laced her voice as
she asked, “What the hell are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to leave?”
Arron also shifted his gaze to me. The mask was too big for the little boy, so it hung loose on his face. He had to use his hands to
hold the small strings that dangled on both sides of his ears.
I remained quiet and began thinking about a strategy. The pink-masked clown’s hand remained on Arron’s neck, so I didn’t dare
to use force, fearing she might hurt my boy.
“Why don’t you say anything?” the pink- masked clown asked in a louder voice, her impatience increasing, which left Arron
startled.
I was enraged and distressed, and felt angrier at the pink-masked clown. I took two steps into the room. I couldn’t mimic another
person’s voice, firstly because I had never learned the skill before, and secondly, because I couldn’t gauge the attitude of the
clown toward the person I was pretending to be.
Perhaps because 1 was silent for a long time, the clown fell into deep thought. I didn’t know what was running through her mind.
Suddenly, she dropped the pitch of her voice, and said in a sweet coquettish voice, “Oh, you’re upset. Are you angry with me
because I haven’t let you be intimate with me in the past few days?”
I frowned. They had an ongoing s*e*xual relationship, which made things simpler for me.
I pretended to be furious and turned my head away, thinking that when the clown wasn’t paying attention, 1 would grab the
chance to snatch Arron away.
As expected, the clown approached me seductively and said, “Don’t get angry. I’ve been very busy lately and haven’t been in the
mood for that.”

I still kept quiet, waiting for an opportunity.
Arron was watching me curiously. I tried to push away my impulse to rush to him and hug him.
At that point, the pink-masked clown pressed her body against mine and began to run her hands over me. “If you want me now,
I’m willing to do it. But we will have to go out. After all, there is a kid in this room.”
I inwardly sneered. It turned out that she also considered these things. “Say something. Don’t stay angry with me anymore.” The
clown pouted and jiggled my hand. Then she squeezed my arm, looking baffled. “Why have you lost so much weight recently?
Your forearms have gotten so thin.”
I quickly tugged my arm away, covered my mouth, and coughed several times. The clown hurriedly patted me between my
shoulder blades. “You still haven’t recovered from your cold?”
“No,” I lowered my voice and mumbled in response. The clown didn’t notice anything amiss.
“Your body is just not able to cope. You’re always falling ill. I’ll ask the boss to assign you another job one of these days, so you
won’t have to do any of these vigorous chores,” the clown muttered while lightly running her hand over my body.
I couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through me, and my entire body was covered in goose bumps.
“So, you are feeling shy now.” The clown giggled and her words became increasingly bolder. “You weren’t feeling so shy when
you f*uc*ked me.”
I felt tense. The hair on my arms was standing up and the clowns strong perfume was choking me.
I wanted to shove her away, but she was stuck to me like a piece of chewing gum, her hands groping me everywhere. Before
I could react, her hands wandered to my chest and she realized that something was wrong. “You’re a she-wolf! You’re not Crane!
Who are you?”