Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 13 A Mess in the Bathroom

The Gomez mansion, master bedroom.

Sylvester applied medicine to Lela, although the marks on her neck had long disappeared. Perhaps it was due to his guilt over the recent incident that Sylvester had no intention of stopping. Not until Lela raised her hand and rested her fingers against his did Sylvester raise his eyebrows.

"Does it still hurt?"

Lela shook her head. Only then did Sylvester stand up and casually caress Lela's cheek.

So soft.

"Rest well, "Sylvester said, then left the room.

Lela got up from the bed after he left.

After returning to Pliar from Balthazar's Auction House without any breaks, she needed to take a bath.

Once alone, Lela became a different person. In the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror, curled her lips, and spoke melodiously, "Lela, isn't a bad name."

The more she thought on it, the more she liked it, though now that she was alone, she allowed her anger to surface.

Lela reached out and touched her slender neck, pouting, "He's really ruthless." Although that kind of pain was child's play for her, she couldn't stand being choked. What's the point of being a lifesaver if someone threatened her for something so small?

Hmph!

Men can be so annoying.

After taking a shower, Lela stepped out of the bathroom with radiant, fair skin and slender legs. She picked up the purple and blue dress that she had thrown aside, frowning slightly.

She had already worn this dress for a whole day. No, according to the time, it had been two days already.

She never wore the same clothes twice.

With this thought in mind, Lela threw the dress aside and walked towards the bedroom. Since no one was around, she didn't have to worry about anyone entering. She just didn't want to wear the same dress again.

She remembered that this was Sylvester's room and there was a door on the opposite side that could only lead to a dressing room. She decided to find something to wear in there.

Lela walked out and pushed open the door on the other side of the room but froze as soon as she entered. The scene inside made her wish she could dig a hole to hide. What did she see?

A man sitting behind a table with a computer in front of him, his eyes fixed on her without blinking. She saw his amber eyes freeze for a moment, followed by astonishment.

Lela only then realized her mistake. This wasn't a dressing room at all, it was a study. This man had set up his study in his room.

What an odd thing to do...

But what should she do now? If she ran away like a typical woman, wouldn't it be too obvious that she was more knowledgeable than she was trying to seem? After all, she's meant to be impersonating an immature Mutant. Can an immature Mutant feel shy?

But if she doesn't run, wouldn't it also seem odd to keep standing here?

In that moment of distraction, Lela forgot to cover herself. She was completely exposed to Sylvester's gaze.

He quickly stood up, striding towards her on his long legs.

Lela suddenly felt weak in her knees. She seemed to be on the verge of collapsing.

Just as they were about to give way, Sylvester reached out and held her, pulling her into his embrace.

Her soft and smooth body, which was both silky and cold, fell into his arms. Sylvester caught a whiff of the scent of his usual shower gel. His face tightened as he took off his own bathrobe and wrapped it around Lela. An alluring masculine fragrance surrounded her, with a refreshing hint of pine. Lela couldn't help but take a deep breath.

His scent was really pleasant.

Lela came to the bedside and Sylvester, wearing only a bath towel around his lower half, stood by the bed, looking down at Lela. Her slightly upturned eyes gave her a touch of wickedness.

He cleared his throat and spoke in a low, husky voice, "You went to shower on your own, you little fool. Do you even know how to use it?"

From the scent of the shower gel just now, he already knew.

But wasn't this Mutant supposed to be immature? How could she know how to use things invented by modern humans?

Isn't she worried that something might happen?

However, it was also his carelessness.

After such a long journey and returning from a tropical region, she must feel uncomfortable. He should have had the servants help her with the shower.

Lela admired this man's excellent physique from the corner of her eye-the full and solid chest muscles, the sculpted abdominal muscles, the sexy Adonis belt, and the powerful arms... Matched with his handsome face, those sharp eyebrows and eyes, and his arrogant expression, he exuded an aura of displeasure with the world.

When she suddenly heard his words, Lela secretly withdrew her gaze and looked up, her watery seductive eyes slightly frowned. She was not a little fool.

But she couldn't argue now, so she just nodded and pointed to the huge TV hanging on the wall in the room.

Sylvester followed her gaze, saw her pointing at the TV, and assumed her gestures meant that she learned from it.

Sylvester was amazed at her strong learning ability. He took out another bathrobe from the wardrobe, put it on, and walked towards the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, it was a mess. Various bottles and containers were lying on the floor, shower gel and shampoo scattered everywhere. Looking up, the showerhead was hanging down, and water was slowly flowing from it. Lela's clothes and underwear were thrown on the floor and were all wet.

Lela intentionally left it like this. She didn't want to show any deep knowledge while she was unsure if she could stay by his side.

Sylvester walked to the showerhead, reached out to test the water temperature, which was freezing cold. No wonder her body felt icy when he touched her, and her delicate feet were trembling.

It's no surprise she would shiver after taking a shower with such cold water.

Sylvester sighed, pressed the internal line for the mansion, and soon the servants came in. They dared not look around and only glanced at Lela on the bed before quickly walking towards the bathroom, directed by Sylvester to clean up. As soon as they entered, the servants gasped in shock.

A younger maid, who lacked tact, asked in surprise and a soft voice, "Why is Mr. Gomez's bathroom so messy?"

An older maid blushed upon hearing this and picked up Lela's dress and panties, feeling uneasy." What nonsense are you speaking of? Hurry up and clean."

Wasn't it obvious? Where did this mess come from?

Sylvester stood outside, staring into Lela's eyes, completely unaware of what the servants were thinking.