Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 403 Don't Bite Your Lips

Sylvester walked into the room upstairs. Lela was still asleep, clutching his pillow. He gently pried her hands off and checked her forehead. No fever, which was good since Mutants shouldn't get fevers. But her lips were pale, not their usual rosy color. He couldn't help but worry.

"Babe, wake up!"

In her half-conscious state, Lela had been drifting through a long dream. In it, she sometimes encountered Sylvester and sometimes found herself back in her childhood.

She dreamed that Sylvester had spent a fortune to build a grand palace in the forest for the deceased members of the Holy Light Tribe, with each tribe member receiving their own room.

she could hear Sylvester calling her, urging her

eyes just

"Sylvester, hug!"

snuggling into his warm embrace. His scent was comforting, and she held him tighter, burying her face in

a child, she lay in Amanda's arms, listening to her sing a lullaby. "Mom, I saw you. I miss you so much," she said, hugging tighter as Amanda kissed her. Then Amanda left, and she anxiously chased after Amanda, only to meet her father, Clarence Russell.

reached out, "Mom, flowers." Pink butterflies fluttered around her, and Amanda smiled, "Our Sarah is so fragrant. You're attracting butterflies." Young Sarah held the roses, trying to catch the butterflies. It was a beautiful scene. But the scene shifted once more, plunging Lela into a cold, clinical laboratory. She found herself in The Immortal Man's lab, surrounded by sterile white glass walls. Her people were restrained on icy metal tables, subjected

Lela struggled desperately, yearning for Amanda's comforting

the bedside, his eyes brimming with concern. Gently, he cupped the back of Lela's head, using a bit of pressure to create space between them. His gaze remained fixed on her as he whispered softly, "Lela,