Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 148 You think I can't see right through you? Snake in the grass

As Charley watched Cicery pet the white lion with ease, and saw his brother Sylvester nearby, he felt a surge of courage. He shrugged off Sylvester's grip and approached Big White, glaring at it. "You scared me earlier, and now you're acting all pitiful. You think I can't see right through you? Snake in the grass." Under Charley Gomez's pointed glare, Big White's deep blue eyes flickered with a trace of shadow, and he lowered his head even further, nuzzling his way into Cecily's embrace.

Charley remained speechless. Dammit! This lion's dramatics could give an Oscar-winning actor a run for their money!

Cecily cradled Big White, her hand soothingly stroking its head. Big White was incredibly intuitive; he almost always understood whatever Cecily said.

Before bringing him home, she'd introduced Big White to everyone at Dragon Manor. He had sniffed them all and hence, didn't bite indiscriminately.

But Charley had just returned last night and was the only one Big White hadn't met. Cecily hadn't yet had the chance to orchestrate a friendly introduction. No wonder Charley looked so frightened.

Petting Big White, Cecily comforted him, "Big White, this is Sylvester's brother, Charley. He's not a threat, okay?"

She was about to explain to Charley when Sylvester strode over, scooped Cecily up in his arms, and headed upstairs.

"Let's go have a peaceful breakfast in our room."

had no illusions about

Big White isn't familiar with

hold on her, "Honey, Big White isn't as innocent as you think.

he'd carried her into

whisked away by that annoying man. It irked him, especially since he'd just been receiving affection. Damn

jealousy stabbed at

man and beast turned away, their gazes clashing in

replaced with a sense of schadenfreude-almost as if delighting in the chaos it had caused. Charley's heart skipped a beat, and he

head and stretched his

widened, sensing trouble, and he bolted

...

was cradling Cicery in his arms, comfortably nestled in a wicker chair. The morning breakfast he had prepared

lap, reached for his spoon, eager to feed herself. However, Sylvester was reluctant to hand

you go, sweetheart. Let me