Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 102 What, Looking Down on Your Man?

A man holding a woman in his arms, and yet this little one is so entranced by the sight?

Could it be she wishes for him to hold her in the same way?

Lela averted her gaze, a glimmer in her eyes, as she looked at Sylvester and shook her head. "Sylvester, I'm hungry."

Sylvester raised an eyebrow and glanced at the couple, silent, then turned his attention to Mildred, his voice turning cold. "Didn't you hear?"

Mildred was engrossed in his game, savoring a rare moment of relaxation and fun, when he was startled by his master's sharp voice, leading to his untimely demise in the game. Before he had time to regret his loss, Mildred hurriedly put away his phone and stood up. "Yes, I'll get it now."

Lela tilted her head and let out a little giggle at Mildred, who had no choice but to make a funny face at her to hide his annoyance.

Caught in the act, when Mildred saw his master looking at him with a cool gaze, he was petrified.

Without further delay, he went to fetch the food.

Mildred came back with a plate of delicate treats on a glass dish and handed them to Lela, who took them. Mildred then bowed his head and returned to his game.

had become addicted to this rescue game, playing it whenever he had the

nibbling on her snacks, she glanced at Mildred's phone screen and raised

in. "Mildred, you're playing this

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Goy asked, "How far

99 tough levels that were notoriously difficult to clear. Mildred, not wanting to admit his lack of skill to Goy, turned his back

was met with

conversation, let out a scoff. "Him? How many levels could

black line appeared over Mildred's head, his master's mockery striking

at Sylvester. "Sir, you're familiar with

to imagine their prestigious master playing

Lela into his arms, leaning back slightly with a nonchalant tone. "The game has some interesting aspects. I looked into it and gave it a

sparkled as he gazed

since discovering the game, and almost no one in the game world

while munching on her food, glanced at

ate,

just smiled faintly; who could blame her he was handsome. Casually, she