Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter117 Beowulf, What a Pushover

Big White's proud expression turned wary at the sight of the metallic chain in Master Sylvester's hand. He whimpered, backing away slowly.

His deep blue eyes locked onto the chain, tense and ready to leap and sever it.

Upon seeing this, Lela stepped in front of Master Sylvester, "Master Sylvester..."

With a smirk and mischievous glint in his eye, Sylvester playfully ruffled Lela's hair, "Sweetheart, if you want to take him with us, sometimes we have to be crafty. You have to play the game for real."

...

Eventually, in the backseat of the tour car, Big White sat with his legs bound by chains, looking impatient and sulking.

Driving away, Sylvester glanced at Big White in the rearview mirror, his face finally relaxing into a smile.

Little beast, daring to compete with me for affection.

This is just the beginning.

in one hand, trying to appease Big White, "Easy there, big fella. I had no choice, you know? Just lay off the biting, okay?" Truth was, Mildred was a bit of a chicken.

want to take the fall for

the back seat was honestly kind of a downer. Lela could sense Master Sylvester

Sylvester Gomez's face faltered, and he coughed awkwardly, raising

a giggle, "But I think

out, sweetheart. I'm a sophisticated guy. Would I really be jealous of an animal?"

who sat in the backseat with a look of sulking resignation, and

was her irreplaceable best

Gomez drove one-handed, his piercing eyes focused on the

and intertwined her fingers with Master Sylvester Gomez's. She

lingered on the back of Master Sylvester

"Fine!"

lady insists he's not

the subtle smile at the corner of Master Sylvester Gomez's eyes. His grip tightened momentarily, and for a fraction of a second, her gaze dropped to their hands,

caught the whole exchange and exhaled a weary sigh, exchanging disbelieving looks with

love that was hard

a breather. He rolled down the window of the