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."

twitched

"Yes."

sundress fluttering in the light breeze. Glancing back

under his breath before striding away, leaving the serenity of

the spa, Master Sylvester Gomez stood by the edge of the steaming pool,

hands wrapped around him from

voice soft as

the sound even music to his

wrapped his

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

wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, his brows knitting together

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

girls from earlier twisted

Master Sylvester...

Master Sylvester...

be hers alone. No

as he sat decisively on a nearby bench, letting her kiss him wildly. His large palm gently caressed her back while his other hand played along her lips, soothing them softly.