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.

with radiant, fair skin and slender legs. She

dress for a whole day. No,

never wore the same clothes

Since no one was around, she didn't have to worry about anyone

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

door on the other side of the room but froze as soon as she

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

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

an odd thing to

too obvious that she was more knowledgeable than she was trying to seem? After all,

wouldn't it also seem odd to keep

cover herself. She

quickly stood up, striding towards her on his

suddenly felt weak in her knees. She seemed to be

as they were about to give way, Sylvester reached out and

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 and wrapped it around Lela. An alluring masculine fragrance surrounded her, with a refreshing hint of pine. Lela couldn't help

scent was

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

cleared his throat and spoke in a low, husky voice, "You went to shower on

of the shower gel just now,

supposed to be immature? How could she

that something

it was also

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