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.

made, and then swept her into his arms, letting her straddle his

moment she

wet eyes, her voice silky soft, "Master

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 raised his hand and pressed his long index finger against

No problem, she thought, we

her with a dark expression, his

against the fabric of his white shirt, her

pulling her away, "Is this your explanation? Or do you not want to explain

her

forgetting his initial intent to confront her. He couldn't bear to see Lela suffer even the slightest hardship and found her distressing state unbearably touching. His expression immediately turned

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