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

whole day. No, according to the time, it

never 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 to wear the same dress

door on the opposite side that could only lead to

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

fixed on her

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

an odd thing

be too obvious that she was more knowledgeable than she was trying to seem? After all, she's meant to be

it also

Lela forgot to cover herself. She was completely exposed to

towards her on

felt weak in her knees. She seemed to be

Sylvester reached out and

and 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 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 really

bath towel around his lower half, stood

and spoke in a low, husky voice, "You went to shower on your own, you little fool. Do you even know how

of the shower gel

be immature? How could she know how to

she worried that

was also his

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