Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 29 The Scent of Blood

Lela came in from the backyard, holding a bandage in her hand. As she looked up, she saw Sylvester sitting on the couch while Michael sat beside him. Sylvester's eyes were full of hostility.

Michael couldn't understand, "Could it be that The X Spirits want to quit? They don't want to take the job even at such a high price? Are they not interested anymore?" He couldn't figure out why Lady Phoenix wouldn't take the order. Could it be that difficult?

Feeling a gaze directed towards him, Sylvester looked up and saw Lela standing by the door to the backyard, innocently looking in their direction.

He leaned back in his seat and beckoned her with his hand.

"Lela, come here."

Lela obediently walked over.

Sylvester reached out and pulled her into his arms, asking, "Where did you go?" As soon as he spoke, he caught a whiff of blood.

Sylvester lowered his gaze, his eyes turning icy. He grabbed Lela's left hand and looked at the blood-soaked bandage. The crimson blood was still wet.

He took a deep breath.

"What happened?"

Lela sighed silently, realizing her mistake. She should have let Watson take away that bandage. Lela decided to switch to a more coquettish approach and threw the bloodied bandage away. She sought comfort.

She threw herself into Sylvester's arms, looking extremely aggrieved. Charlie came downstairs wearing his casual attire and witnessed this scene. Had this foolish pretty girl already developed such a relationship with his brother? He walked over to Michael and murmured, "What's going on? Is she my brother's girlfriend?"

The corners of Michael 's mouth twitched. How could he explain?

Michael shook his head and said, "Master Charlie, I don't really understand their relationship. You should ask Mr. Gomez."

He couldn't possibly say that this girl is a Mutant, right?

Seeing the little one look so aggrieved for the first time, Sylvester's heart ached a little. He asked gently, "Tell me, what happened?" A rare touch of tenderness in his tone.

Charlie's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He reached out and tugged at Michael, whispering, "My brother...is he really being gentle?"

What could he say?

So far, it seems that the boss is only gentle with Miss Lela. As for him, he is still fierce. Lela rubbed against his chest, raised her eyes, and then pointed to the backyard. Afraid that he wouldn't understand, she took his hand and led him towards the path.

Michael, the foolish one, wanted to follow but was stopped by Charlie. He raised his hand and hooked arms with Michael acting like they were good buddies. "Michael, I've been lying down for too long these days. Come with me and stretch our muscles."

"But, sir..."

"That has nothing to do with you, "Charlie looked down on him. Didn't he see that his brother was showing affection right now? What does he have to do with it? But Michael was here to protect the boss!

Lela pulled Sylvester to the spot in the backyard where she had just been standing with Doctor Watson. Along the pathway, there was a stone embedded, about the size of a cooking pot, but it was covered by overgrown grass. If you walked quickly, you wouldn't see it and could stumble.

the stone, then to a spot on the ground about a

ground a meter in front of the stone. A sharper stone there was dripping with fresh red blood, some of it falling on the leaves, the blood

he quickly sorted through what happened. "Did you trip over this stone and then hit the sharp rock?" That must have

where she was injured, and waved her hand, indicating that she wasn't in

appearance, Sylvester felt even more pity for her and pulled Lela into his arms. "Are you really not in

so much torture before, she had long been immune to this kind of pain. "Silly girl." Listening to Sylvester's remorseful tone,

you also fallen in love with me? Just as I have already fallen

backyard of the Gomez' villa. The large stone was

separately, as he was the one supervising the entire construction

Butler. The blood stain was indeed caused by me cutting my wrist,

...

ingredients in the kitchen and put them into the soup pot. As soon as she came out, she saw that Watson had arrived at the door. "Doctor Watson,"

straightened his crooked tie and walked in with a bag on his back. "Rachel, this old man will be leaving today. I noticed that you looked a little pale earlier today, and because I received such generous gratitude from the

tell that something was

went to make

own seat. "To be honest, I have been feeling a little unwell recently. My body aches have become more severe, and sometimes I even experience inexplicable

at Rachel and said, "Rachel, extend your hand, and I'll take

A Bloody

Watson you can

was hailed as a master of cardiology. Since when

awkwardly, "Um, well... I have been studying it for quite a long time." It was true,

truly deserved to be called a hero of Pliar, with his reputation and yet acting

examine Rachel's pulse, occasionally furrowing his brows, which terrified Rachel, fearing that something might be wrong with the baby inside

Doctor Watson

patience. Sometimes, it took over half an hour to make a diagnosis through pulse

wasn't proficient in traditional medicine, he still

The Divine Doctor, Watson.

a trembling voice, "Doctor Watson, how is my health?

it before suddenly

these past few days? Have you also had symptoms like nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, and occasional irregular heartbeat and rapid breathing at

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. She did experience all these symptoms, thinking they were

to poison her? Who could

didn't deduce any of this by just taking her pulse; he made his inference by observing her pulse and facial complexion then combining it with known medical cases. He didn't expect that Rachel would exhibit every symptom. This was

point, but as the wife of a Gomez, she quickly composed herself, "Please, Doctor Watson, lend a

side and retrieved a vial of fresh blood from his backpack, handing it to Rachel. Rachel looked at the tube of red liquid, her heart pounding nervously. "Doctor Watson,

did it look so much like

If you trust me, Rachel, then drink it." Due to the incident with Doctor Johnson, Rachel hesitated for a moment. But after considering Doctor Watson's reputation, his dedication to Charlie all

almost made her vomit. She covered her belly and looked up at Doctor Watson, her

a horrifying and gory

mix of emotions. He raised his eyes and muttered, "Because it

she is currently the