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.

skin and slender legs. She picked up the purple and blue

for a whole day. No, according to the

the same

dress aside and walked towards the bedroom. Since no one was around, she didn't have to worry about anyone entering.

and there was a door on the opposite side that could only lead to a

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

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

dressing room at all, it was a

odd thing to

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

run, wouldn't it also seem odd to

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

stood up, striding towards her

weak in her knees. She seemed to be on

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

silky and cold, fell into his arms. Sylvester caught a whiff of the scent of his usual shower gel. His face tightened as

was

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

husky voice, "You went to shower on your own, you little fool. Do you even know how to use

scent of the shower gel just now,

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

she worried that

was also his

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