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.

and slender legs.

No, according to the time, it had been two

wore the same clothes

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

this was Sylvester's room and there was a door on the opposite side that could only lead to a dressing room. She decided to find something to wear

the room but froze as soon as she entered. The scene inside made her wish she could dig

a table with a computer in front of him, his eyes fixed on her

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

odd thing to

obvious that she was more knowledgeable than she was trying to seem? After all, she's meant to be impersonating an immature Mutant. Can an immature Mutant feel

if she doesn't run, wouldn't it also seem odd

forgot to cover

striding towards her

She seemed to be on the

way, Sylvester reached out and held her, pulling her into

smooth body, which was both silky and cold, fell into his arms. Sylvester caught a whiff of the scent of his usual shower gel. His face tightened as he took off

was really

a bath towel around his lower half, stood by the bed, looking down at Lela. Her slightly upturned eyes gave her a

a low, husky voice, "You went to shower on your own, you little

of the shower

this Mutant supposed to be immature? How could she know how

that something might

was also

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