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.

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

want to take the fall for anything

was honestly kind of a downer. Lela could sense Master Sylvester Gomez's irritation.

started to form on Master Sylvester Gomez's face faltered, and he coughed awkwardly, raising a

her lip to suppress a

shot her a sidelong glare and remained in denial, "Cut it out, sweetheart. I'm a sophisticated guy.

back at Big White, who sat in the backseat with a look of sulking resignation, and softly contested, "Big White isn't

her

Gomez drove one-handed, his piercing eyes focused on the road ahead, his hands expertly

intertwined her fingers with Master Sylvester Gomez's. She lifted their clasped hands to

soft, moist sensation lingered on the back of Master Sylvester Gomez's hand and rippled

"Fine!"

the little lady insists he's not an animal, then... for now, he

head and caught 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, happiness brimming in her beautiful eyes. She thought to herself, Master Sylvester,

whole exchange and exhaled a weary sigh, exchanging disbelieving looks

love that

a breather. He rolled down the window of the back seat, craving some

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