Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 295 I feed you, and you still don't want to eat?

The servant didn't dare go up and stood aside, saying, "I don't want to. Why don't you go?"

The head chef glared and said, "My job is to cook."

This was the head chef's first encounter with such a situation. Seeing the gourmet dishes being reheated repeatedly, he muttered, "What's going on? Did Sylvester make Lela sick?"

The maid beside him blushed, lowered her head, and said nothing.

It wasn't an illness; Lela and Sylvester had been having sex all night.

While they were shirking responsibility downstairs, they heard Lela's voice from upstairs. "No, I don't want to."

She wanted to sleep.

Sylvester was holding Lela, her slender legs dangling beside him, her hands irritably messing with Sylvester's soft hair.

one arm around her, indulging her whims, and said in his

she suffered in her

paid special attention to

was the most important meal, so no matter

other continuing to mess with his hair, and said in a

the stairs and towards the dining room, chuckling, "Now you blame me, but you

very cooperative and

neck to bite it down. Sylvester

was very quiet as no one dared to

treated like this; his hair

was the bad-tempered

their

admired him; even like this, Sylvester was very

sighed, reflecting on the fact that only Lela dared to treat Sylvester in such a