Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter125 Beowulf, Hers Alone

Having just stepped out with the bodyguards, Goy turned his head and there she was-Ms. Lela, clad in a spa robe, barefoot, her clear eyes curiously tilting as she gazed at him.

Goy froze, a tinge of awkwardness coloring his face. What timing... to encounter Ms. Lela at a moment like this!

As Ms. Lela glimpsed Goy, then the two girls with a trace of resemblance to her being detained by the bodyguards, she pressed her lips together, her hands slowly curling into fists. A fierce possessiveness surged within her, urging destruction. "Ms. Lela, this is..."

With a sudden smile pressing forward, Lela cornered Goy, "Who sent them?"

She'd instantly realized someone was trying to send women to Master Sylvester Gomez.

"Tell me."

Her intensity was no less formidable than the boss himself it seemed those close to him took on a bit of his brashness. Cool!

Goy, slightly bowing his head, his voice uneasy, "Ms. Lela, it's..."

With a coy smile and reddening eyes, Lela preempted, "Josh Fudge."

lips twitched at

"Yes."

and turned on her heels toward the spa retreat, the hem of her sundress fluttering in the light breeze. Glancing back at the retreating figure of Lela, Goy Gomez felt a brief

before striding away, leaving the serenity of the spa grounds

the steaming pool, clad in an elegant

nowhere, slender, fair hands

Sylvester," whispered a voice soft as

even music to his

Master Sylvester wrapped his arms around Lela in a

he teased, his voice rich and warm. "Don't enjoy the hot springs, or

wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, his brows knitting together as he sensed something

into his. She answered not with words but with a desperate kiss, her inexperience clear as she clumsily mimicked his actions,

earlier twisted in

Master Sylvester...

Master Sylvester...

be hers alone. No one could

kiss him wildly. His large palm gently caressed