Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 137 A Kiss from Sylvester Gomez Makes Everything Better

Having completed her tasks, Cicery finally approached the vanity, pouring a combination of bubble bath and bath salts into the tub before she lowered herself into the water.

She washed herself from head to toe. Despite the fragrant bath products and deodorizing products meant to neutralize any lingering odors, Cicery could still detect the faintest hint of iron. Her senses were sharper than most, and she had no doubt that Sylvester Gomez possessed a similar acuity.

At the Grayfury Weather Bureau, Violet sent an urgent message, prompting the senior staff to immediately dispatch a task.

Following months of data collection on rainfall, temperatures, and sunlight intensity, the Climate Control Office received the information, initiating a comparison and started operations for cloud seeding.

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Outside the Presidential Suite, Sylvester Gomez boiled water for sanitization before he began preparing the ingredients. His skills were adept, and in no time, he had finished preparing a roasted turkey and a grilled chicken salad. Meanwhile, at another burner, a pot of sweet corn soup cooked in the pressure cooker.

Suddenly, a muffled groan echoed from the bathroom, as if someone had fallen to the ground. As if on cue, a torrential downpour erupted outside, pouring down relentlessly.

Startled, Sylvester Gomez set down his utensils and rushed towards the bathroom. The door had been unlocked by Cicery earlier, and as he pushed it open, he found her in a pristine white robe lying on the floor.

His caught his breath as he quickly ran over to lift Cicery into his arms. As he drew close, he detected a metallic scent of blood, which turned his face white.

"Sweetheart, where are you hurt?" he asked.

As his gaze lowered, he saw a bright red stain on the knee of Cicery's right leg, standing out against her pale skin.

Panic overcame Sylvester Gomez as he carried her out of the bathroom, his eyes wide with fear. In that moment, he had completely forgotten her extraordinary healing capabilities.

Seeing his reaction, Cicery felt a twinge of guilt. She had intended to use the smell of her own blood to mask the stench from Josh Fudge, but she hadn't anticipated Sylvester's overwhelming concern.

She wrapped her arms around Sylvester's neck and buried her face in his shoulder, her eyes filled with remorse.

Sylvester laid Cicery on the bed and rushed to tend to her wound, but she stopped him.

"Sylvester, it doesn't hurt anymore," she assured him. To ease his worries, she wiped away the red smear; the blood hadn't yet clotted, trickling down her leg - the wound at her knee already vanished. "Look, the cut has healed." Sylvester watched her knee, his eyes showing a twinge of redness. He slowly squatted down, his voice hoarse with emotion, "Really... does it hurt anymore?"

Cicery leaned in to embrace him, gently kissing his earlobe, and decided to play coy, "It still hurts a little."

In truth, such a minor wound was nothing to her.

In the lab at Unbounded Peak, she had endured endless experimentation on her body; her nerves were numb to pain.

Being a little playful, Sylvester shouldn't feel too bad.

"I need a kiss," Cicery whispered, her voice soft and sweet, "A kiss will make it all better." "Sylvester, please don't blame yourself, okay? It was my responsibility to take care of myself."