Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 127 Would Sylvester Gomez Think I’m Crazy?

With just one glance, she had etched him into her memory.

Snapped out from her reverie, Cicery looked at Sylvester Gomez, her eyes were red and moist with tears, her lips curved in a smile, "Sylvester Gomez, that was the first time I saw you, and I fell in love with you right then and there." Listening to all this, Sylvester felt a pang of heartache growing wildly within him, coursing through his veins.

He only knew that Cicery had been tormented at Unbounded Peak, but he hadn't realized the extent of her suffering while she fled to freedom.

Cicery...

Sylvester Gomez's eyes slowly filled with bloodshot as he reached out, pressing Cicery's back against his chest, holding her tightly.

"Baby, it's alright now. I'm by your side, no one's going to hurt you again."

"Remember, carrying my name, my dear, you can walk this world with your head held high."

Beyond the ache in his heart, what followed was an overwhelming sense of fulfillment.

The madness stemmed from Cicery's love for him.

All along, he thought he was the first to fall, captivated from the very first glance. But it turned out that wasn't the case; Cicery had fallen for him five years earlier. Cicery lay in Sylvester Gomez's arms, still fixated on that question.

"Sylvester, do you remember now?"

He kissed the top of Cicery's head tenderly, a gesture reserved just for her," he whispered.

That memory eluded him.

Before he turned twenty-five, he had done so much, building his empire, fortifying his position, and battling enemies. His ascent to power, unshakably high, had been marked by a voracious conqueror's approach. Everything else had seemed trivial.

The memory escaped him entirely.

A wave of guilt surged, even devouring him, as Sylvester bit his lip hard enough for beads of blood to emerge, more and more of them.

The thought of it shattered his heart.

If he dared not think further-if he hadn't acted then, would Cicery have been lost forever?

And if he had taken her home with him at that moment, would he have had more years to cherish Cicery?

To shower her with love, to spoil her, would that have given her a greater sense of security?

Cicery lay in his arms, unaware of Sylvester's turmoil, thinking only how unkempt she had been back then. But now, she had found him.

Cicery lifted her head, and upon seeing the blood on Sylvester's lips, her pupils shrank, and her eyes flooded with concern. Her fair, gentle hand cradled his handsome face. "Sylvester, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up." She just wanted to tell him that he was her salvation.

But unbeknownst to her, her words had pained him.

Cicery leaned in close to Sylvester, gently kissing away the bead of blood on his lip.

Sylvester's lips curled into a warm smile, his voice laden with adoration, "Not at all. I was just thinking how impossibly adorable my Cicery is."

Cicery gazed into his unique eyes, shining with innocent possessiveness, "But what if you think I'm crazy, Sylvester? After all, I can't stand other women around you. If there are, I can't control myself."

It was from the first glance!

Just that once.

She developed an obsessive desire to have him all to herself.

Little did he know, the sight of those two girls earlier had sparked a dangerous, twisted thought in her heart, a desire to erase them from existence.