Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 265 Trenton was falling in love.

Upon hearing this, Sylvester turned towards the source of the voice.

It was a little girl.

After just one glance, Sylvester withdrew his gaze and looked at Trenton lying on the bed. Trenton looked weak all over, and he looked at Sylvester sideways. He greeted, "Sylvester." Sylvester looked at his neck, only to see it swollen with two circular holes.

Sylvester walked over and looked down at the wound, asking, "Did you get bitten by a snake?"

Trenton struggled to sit up, and Sylvester wanted him to lie down. But before Sylvester could say anything, Scarlett stopped him the next second. She leaned over, pressed down on Trenton's shoulders with her hands, and said while staring at him, "What are you doing? You're still injured. Lay down, and don't get up."

Although Scarlett's voice sounded angry, there was obvious concern in her tone.

Sylvester watched them like this, and then he shifted his gaze back to Trenton. Trenton was about to raise his hand, but Scarlett stopped him again. She scolded him, "I said I don't move. You need to lie down."

Trenton was extremely weak and looked at Scarlett. He demanded stubbornly, "Move."

Scarlett still pressed him down angrily. She insisted, "Lie down and have a rest."

for so long,

Sylvester felt their relationship was somewhat

arms, leaned against a pillar inside Apricot

was clear what

considered love before. He raised his hand to his forehead in frustration. As he proceeded to explain, "She's Scarlett Miller. We fell into the cave together, and I

eyebrows imperceptibly and then said coldly,

a

was

surprised to hear this and looked astonishedly at

cross his bottom line, he

looked bewildered at Sylvester

hearing this, Scarlett trembled slightly. She hadn't seen another human for a long time, but she was still afraid

beasts fearlessly before and was

looked like demons carrying guns and knives invading The Miller Witchcraft Tribe and slaughtering all her tribe members. The tribe was filled

lift out the infants inside as if they were trophies, and displayed them on their knives.

trauma from that time had followed