Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld -
Chapter 128 You're the Best
Hearing her words, Sylvester affectionately tousled her soft hair, "Baby, if that's the case, then I must be beyond saving."
"No sickness here. You're the best," she replied.
Cicery cocked her head slightly, her eyes lighting up at his words.
Relieved to see her in good spirits, Sylvester sighed softly.
Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her from the chair and walked towards the room, "Let's head back to our room, sweetheart."
Clinging to Sylvester's neck, Cicery's perspective shifted higher, and a smile graced her lips. "I love how tall you are," she hummed, her slender, pale feet swaying at his sides.
"But I want to take a hot spring bath with you," she protested.
She had felt too lonely visiting the hot springs alone - she wanted to enjoy them with Sylvester.
At her request, Sylvester's smile widened, his left arm cradling her waist while his right hand lightly lifted her up, "You'll soak in the private hot spring at our home. This one's not as private as ours." The thought of those others sullying their hot spring had truly irked him.
Cicery, holding onto Sylvester's neck and gently stroking his soft, short hair, tilted her head to ask, "Do you also own a hot spring spa?"
Sylvester hummed in affirmation, "Whatever you want, I have it for you."
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Back in their room, Sylvester swept Cicery off to the bathroom without delay.
Her skin felt just as dry as before, a clear sign that she hadn't been in the water.
Sylvester Gomez personally filled the tub with water and tested the temperature. "Babe, come on over," he called out.
Wrapped in a bathrobe, Cicery headed toward him. Sylvester tenderly ruffled her hair and said with a kiss on the forehead, "I'm gonna take a shower in the other room."
"Alright," responded Cicery with a nod.
Sylvester stepped out and made his way to the bathroom across the hall for a cold shower.
The suite was presidential, complete with two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and two bathrooms.
Standing under the showerhead, Sylvester let the icy water cascade over his toned body. Droplets streamed down his handsome, fair face, adding an allure of desire.
With Cicery's image in his mind, Sylvester brushed the water from his face and chuckled softly.
That girl Cicery was getting irresistible, and he was nearly at his limit.
As soon as he was gone, Cicery locked the bathroom door.
She double-checked the door then quietly opened the bathroom window.
A grappling hook shot up, similar to those from old stories but with modern safety features.
Raising an eyebrow, her phone vibrated. She checked it and saw a message.
"Ruby, come down."
Without hesitating, Cicery climbed onto the windowsill, secured a rope around her waist, and glided down.
Within seconds, she was on the ground.
The hotel's backyard was covered in grass, and in the night, a young man was waiting. His fair skin highlighted his soft, pink lips and striking features. Tall, around six feet, he wore a black hoodie that blended mysteriously with the night. As Cicery reached him, he smiled. "Ruby."
Cicery tugged at the rope, then turned to face him. "Violet, thanks for the effort."
Violet looked at her, puzzled. "Ruby, you know you can just order a hit, why get your own hands dirty?"
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