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

"Yes."

retreat, the hem of her sundress fluttering in the light breeze. Glancing back at the retreating figure of Lela, Goy Gomez felt a brief surge of concern for his

care of yourself, boss," he muttered under his breath before striding away,

edge of the steaming pool, clad in an elegant robe, his fingers running through

slender, fair hands wrapped

a voice soft

sound even music to

wrapped his arms around

rich and warm. "Don't enjoy the hot springs, or maybe you're

he asked, his brows knitting together as

unspoken fervor, all but burned into his. She answered not with words but with a desperate kiss, her inexperience clear as she clumsily mimicked his actions, her tongue seeking his with a fierce determination, leaving no space

those two girls from earlier twisted

Master Sylvester...

Master Sylvester...

hers alone. No one could take him from

he sat decisively on a nearby bench, letting her kiss him wildly. His large palm