Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 140 Isn't This Good Enough?

Flora Harrison, observing that smile, felt her face grow increasingly pale.

Cicery, feeling Flora's gaze, toyed with Sylvester's hair and looked over. She retracted her cold smirk and blinked innocently at Flora. Flora was left with no choice but to muster a small, strained smile and give a slight nod as if to reassure her.

Cicery turned away, burying her head in Sylvester's neck, feigning fear.

Sylvester Gomez gently soothed Cicery's back with his palm, "I thought we were having dinner at the hotel, babe. What brings you here?" With a muffled voice, Cicery responded, "Dinner's just not the same without you, Sly."

Sly chuckled and stepped out onto the porch of the spa, where the rain was pouring down. His brother Goy quickly popped open an umbrella. "Let's head home then, and I'll make you something delicious."

"Mhm," Cicery agreed, clinging to Sly like a curious child. "Sly, is Josh Fudge really die? There was so much blood in that pool, it scared me." At the thought of Cicery's frightened look from earlier, Sly pulled her in close. "Don't worry, I'm right here with you."

"Sweetheart, stop thinking about it. Just rest in my arms, okay?" He said, tilting his head to plant a kiss on her cheek in an affectionate gesture.

"Okay," Cicery replied. Despite not being sleepy, she obediently closed her eyes and leaned against his shoulder.

...

to the car Goy had prepared for them, and they

they had left,

cops, Vincent decided to leave too, and Goy never interfered with matters

when it was just some tycoon who

nearby and said to Big White, who was lying next to her with his wounds already bandaged, "Big guy, see that ride? Tonight, we gotta head back." Hearing this, Big White huffed, got up from the ground, and with a

Mildred Gomez was silent.

...

held Cicery in the car, with a soundproof privacy screen separating

straddled Sly's lap, hugging him and

her way, holding her

Cicery lay breathless in Sly's

her: "Babe, can't

small lung capacity, Cicery dared

fingers clutched at

her and then leaned back, his mind drifting back to the white lion and

think you owe me an