Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Sylvester flipped over and pinned Lela underneath him, his deep eyes were staring at Lela, and his sexy, thin lips curled up into a smirk. "Darling, how dare you to flirt with me?" he teased her.

Lela didn't expect to be caught. She turned away her head, blushing. "You shameless person, get off me," she demanded, pretending to be displeased. How dare he say that Lela was flirting with Sylvester?

Who was it that started flirting last night? And he was teasing Lela.

How shameless!

Seeing Lela's shy face, Sylvester was in a good mood. Hearing Lela scold him for being shameless, Sylvester couldn't help but chuckle. He rebutted playfully, "Shameless? Darling, who was staring at me early in the morning and even reached out to touch me."

Lela turned her head, still not looking at Sylvester, and pushed him with both hands on his chest, and blamed, "Who's the one that indulged himself last night."

He was trying to shift the blame onto Lela.

Impossible.

It was Sylvester who was shameless.

"Last night?" Sylvester raised an eyebrow with a hint of mockery in his eyes. His long fingers on his right hand had pinched Lela's chin and turned it to face him while his left palm was placed under Lela's head, supporting it and gently massaging her nape.

He retorted, "Darling, we are discussing this morning. Why are you still thinking about last night? What, do you feel it wasn't enough?" Then Sylvester leaned in close to Lela's ear and said something that made Lela blush even more, which made her push him away harder.

Lela grumbled, "You, as an elder, are rude."

Sylvester restrained his expression with a deep surge in his eyes. He chided, "Calling me shameless and rude as an elder. Sweetheart, I haven't done anything yet, and you dare speak ill of me."

Sylvester was only seven years older than Lela, so it was inappropriate to describe him as rude as an elder.

Sylvester felt a bit uncomfortable inside.

He remarked, "It seems that if I don't do anything, I will be unworthy of your bad comments on me, darling."

Lela stared with her beautiful big eyes and quickly pleaded, "No, Sylvester, you're not old. You're not rude. I misspoke, please don't be angry, Sylvester."

After speaking, she leaned closer to Sylvester and kissed his chin.

She was especially obedient.

While thinking about last night, Lela took a deep breath. If Sylvester really did something, she wouldn't be able to leave the bed today.

Hearing Lela's voluntarily submissive voice, Sylvester happily raised an eyebrow, felt quite content, and was about to release Lela when he heard what Lela said next.

"And I'm going to see Flora today. I miss her. Since Sylvester loves Lela so much, he will definitely let me go, right?" Lela said, sweetly.

Immediately, Sylvester's face fell. And a smile was playing on his lips, though it didn't reach his eyes. Instead, it carried a hint of danger. He said with a smirk and his voice low and hoarse, "Love. It's time to love properly." With that, he leaned down and fiercely kissed Lela's lips.

He reminded, "Lela, remember, I'm not that forgiving. This matter won't be easily overlooked."

Early in the morning, actively seducing Sylvester, then scolding him, and in the end, still thinking about Sylvester.

Sylvester wouldn't let Lela off so easily.

After what seemed like a long time, Lela felt exhausted and fell asleep weakly under Sylvester.

Finally, Sylvester carried the sleeping Lela to the bathroom, cleaned her body, put her back in bed, personally applied medicine to her, and then went to Lela's dressing room.

Glancing at the dressing room, Sylvester saw some loose and comfortable clothes, both men's and women's. The maid had brought those in last night.

Although he had never worn these costume-like clothes, they were better than the dirty clothes from last night.