Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

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.

Lela stepped out of the bathroom with radiant, fair skin and slender legs. She picked up the purple and blue dress that she had thrown aside, frowning

day. No, according

the

bedroom. Since no one was around, she

was a door on the opposite side that

the room but froze as soon as she entered. The scene inside made her wish she could dig a hole to hide. What did she

man sitting behind a table with a computer in front of him, his eyes fixed on her without blinking. She

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

an odd thing

away like a typical woman, wouldn't it be too 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

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

forgot to cover herself. She was completely exposed to Sylvester's

towards her on his long

She seemed

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

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 his own bathrobe

was really

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

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

the shower gel just

wasn't this Mutant supposed to be immature? How could she

that something might

it was