Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 A Mess in the Bathroom

The Gomez mansion, master bedroom.

Sylvester applied medicine to Lela, although the marks on her neck had long disappeared. Perhaps it was due to his guilt over the recent incident that Sylvester had no intention of stopping. Not until Lela raised her hand and rested her fingers against his did Sylvester raise his eyebrows.

"Does it still hurt?"

Lela shook her head. Only then did Sylvester stand up and casually caress Lela's cheek.

So soft.

"Rest well, "Sylvester said, then left the room.

Lela got up from the bed after he left.

After returning to Pliar from Balthazar's Auction House without any breaks, she needed to take a bath.

Once alone, Lela became a different person. In the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror, curled her lips, and spoke melodiously, "Lela, isn't a bad name."

The more she thought on it, the more she liked it, though now that she was alone, she allowed her anger to surface.

Lela reached out and touched her slender neck, pouting, "He's really ruthless." Although that kind of pain was child's play for her, she couldn't stand being choked. What's the point of being a lifesaver if someone threatened her for something so small?

Hmph!

Men can be so annoying.

the bathroom with radiant, fair skin and slender legs. She picked up the purple and blue dress that she had

a whole day. No, according to the time, it had been

wore the same

mind, Lela threw the dress aside and walked towards the bedroom. Since no one was around, she didn't have to worry about anyone entering. She just didn't want to wear the

side that could only lead to a dressing room. She decided

and pushed open the door on the other side of the room but froze as soon as she entered. The scene inside made her

with a computer in front of him, his eyes fixed on her without blinking. She saw his amber eyes freeze for a

her mistake. This wasn't a dressing room at all, it was a study. This man had set

an odd thing to

should she do now? If she ran away like a typical woman, wouldn't it be too obvious that she was more knowledgeable than she was trying to

doesn't run, wouldn't it also seem odd to keep

forgot to cover herself. She was

quickly stood up, striding towards

knees. She seemed to

were about to give way, Sylvester reached out and held

Sylvester caught a whiff of the scent of his usual shower gel. His face tightened as he took off his own bathrobe and wrapped it around Lela. An alluring masculine fragrance surrounded her, with a refreshing hint

was

the bedside and Sylvester, wearing only a bath towel around his lower half, stood

and spoke in a low, husky voice, "You went to shower on your

shower gel just now,

to be immature? How could she know how to

worried that something

it was

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