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 her

"Yes."

spa retreat, the hem of her sundress fluttering in the light breeze. Glancing back at the retreating figure of Lela, Goy Gomez felt

breath before striding

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

hands wrapped around him from

whispered a voice

even music to

wrapped his arms

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

knitting

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 for

earlier twisted in her stomach, filling

Master Sylvester...

Master Sylvester...

He had to be hers alone. No one could

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. He knew she must have witnessed something unsettling upon her