Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter125 Beowulf, Hers Alone

Having just stepped out with the bodyguards, Goy turned his head and there she was-Ms. Lela, clad in a spa robe, barefoot, her clear eyes curiously tilting as she gazed at him.

Goy froze, a tinge of awkwardness coloring his face. What timing... to encounter Ms. Lela at a moment like this!

As Ms. Lela glimpsed Goy, then the two girls with a trace of resemblance to her being detained by the bodyguards, she pressed her lips together, her hands slowly curling into fists. A fierce possessiveness surged within her, urging destruction. "Ms. Lela, this is..."

With a sudden smile pressing forward, Lela cornered Goy, "Who sent them?"

She'd instantly realized someone was trying to send women to Master Sylvester Gomez.

"Tell me."

Her intensity was no less formidable than the boss himself it seemed those close to him took on a bit of his brashness. Cool!

Goy, slightly bowing his head, his voice uneasy, "Ms. Lela, it's..."

With a coy smile and reddening eyes, Lela preempted, "Josh Fudge."

Goy's lips twitched at her sharpness.

"Yes."

Lela drew in a deep breath and turned on her heels toward the spa retreat, the hem of her sundress fluttering in the light breeze. Glancing back at the retreating figure of Lela, Goy Gomez felt a brief surge of concern for his boss.

"Take care of yourself, boss," he muttered under his breath before striding away, leaving the serenity of the spa grounds behind him.

Inside the spa, Master Sylvester Gomez stood by the edge of the steaming pool, clad in an elegant robe, his fingers running through his hair with a towel.

Out of nowhere, slender, fair hands wrapped around him from behind.

"Master Sylvester," whispered a voice soft as silk, unmistakably hers.

He smirked, the sound even music to his ears.

Ditching the towel, Master Sylvester wrapped his arms around Lela in a gentle embrace.

"Darlin', what brings you here?" he teased, his voice rich and warm. "Don't enjoy the hot springs, or maybe you're just keen to join me, hmm?"

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, his brows knitting together as he sensed something was amiss.

Lela's eyes, alight with an unspoken fervor, all but burned into his. She answered not with words but with a desperate kiss, her inexperience clear as she clumsily mimicked his actions, her tongue seeking his with a fierce determination, leaving no space for retreat.

The thought of those two girls from earlier twisted in her stomach, filling her with unease.

Master Sylvester...

Master Sylvester...

Master Sylvester... He had to be hers alone. No one could take him from her.

Sensing her distress, Master Sylvester steadied Lela into his lap as he sat decisively on a nearby bench, letting her kiss him wildly. His large palm gently caressed her back while his other hand played along her lips, soothing them softly. He knew she must have witnessed something unsettling upon her arrival.

After a long, heartfelt moment, Lela surrendered, her breaths trembling as she nestled into Master Sylvester's embrace, her arms clung tight around his neck, her lips parted as she gasped for air.

His chiseled face taut with restrained desire, Master Sylvester fought back the tempestuous yearning within him. With his left hand, adorned with a signet ring, he gently patted her back, while his right thumb delicately caressed her soft, beautifully formed lips, wiping away the dampness from the corners.

Resting his chin atop Lela's head, he gazed down at her thick lashes and, with a smile tugging at his lips, teased, "Are you mad?"

Lela remained silent, a feeling of frustration welling up inside her.

Noticing her quietness, Master Sylvester Gomez let out a light chuckle. "And here I thought I was the jealous one."

This girl's jealousy was even fiercer than his own.

"Don't worry, darling. There's no one for me but you. You're the only one in my heart."

At those words, Master Sylvester Gomez felt the softness in his arms stir.