Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 167 Sylvester – There Are No Miracle Workers in This World

Steam wafted through the bathroom, enshrouding the capacious circular tub filled to the brim with hot water. Lela lay back against the edge, her gaze slightly intoxicated and her fair skin alluring in the mist. Her hands cradled Sylvester's head, now nestled against her chest, her delicate fingers weaving through the softness of his hair.

Sylvester, encircling Lela's slender waist with his arms, sensed his rationality waning as he stirred up tumultuous waves on the otherwise tranquil surface of the bathwater. "Sylvester."

He broke the kiss, his voice husky, "Yes, Darling."

"Sylvester, I am Miss Phoenix, and thus far, I haven't encountered a miracle worker who could assist you."

She didn't want to keep secrets from him any longer; she felt the need for honesty.

At her words, a shiver went through Sylvester. With his actions retaining their fervor, he gradually lifted his head, even though his hands didn't cease their movements. Lela was the hacker, Miss Phoenix? The one who never took his requests despite his orders?

wonder she was so incredible at

assured him, "But don't worry, as long as you're with me, nothing bad will happen to you." Watching the exquisite face nestled

as if a weight

miracle workers in this

dropped, concealing currents

were filled with happiness, carefree living, and joy for Lela. That, to him, was sufficient. After a while, he carried Lela from the bathroom, feeling refreshed. Observing her weary expression and inhaling the subtle,

short

had

it would be time to prepare for their

her on the bed and kissed her forehead. He then made a call for someone