Chapter 165 Trying to outwit him? Think he wouldn't see through?

After speaking, Sylvester kissed her again, his large hand cradling the back of Lela's head, his lips locking hers in place.

Lela couldn't bear the intensity of his kiss, tears in her eyes, her tongue pushing against his.

Sylvester keenly felt the desire within him roaring.

He couldn't hit her, couldn't berate her, and even the act of punishing her only tormented himself.

Like a deflated balloon, Sylvester released her. He watched as she lay on the couch, panting; her neckline slipped down, and her cheeks flushed with a sensual allure.

swept her into his arms, letting her

already figured out her strategy the moment she saw Sylvester. She knew he wouldn't blame her

against his chest, she looked up at him with wet eyes, her voice silky soft, "Master Sylvester, I

in the kitchen at home. Can we do that instead?" She didn't even mention the gambling at the race track and was about to move closer when Sylvester

problem, she thought, we can just

and staring down at her with a dark expression, his voice icy,

her mouth against the fabric of his white shirt, her little tongue tracing

straight, his large hand gripping Lela's slender neck, pulling her away, "Is this your explanation? Or do you not

hands clutched together, her head bowed, her lips

taken aback, forgetting his initial intent to confront her. He couldn't bear to see Lela suffer even the slightest hardship and found her distressing

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