Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 140 Isn't This Good Enough?

Flora Harrison, observing that smile, felt her face grow increasingly pale.

Cicery, feeling Flora's gaze, toyed with Sylvester's hair and looked over. She retracted her cold smirk and blinked innocently at Flora. Flora was left with no choice but to muster a small, strained smile and give a slight nod as if to reassure her.

Cicery turned away, burying her head in Sylvester's neck, feigning fear.

Sylvester Gomez gently soothed Cicery's back with his palm, "I thought we were having dinner at the hotel, babe. What brings you here?" With a muffled voice, Cicery responded, "Dinner's just not the same without you, Sly."

Sly chuckled and stepped out onto the porch of the spa, where the rain was pouring down. His brother Goy quickly popped open an umbrella. "Let's head home then, and I'll make you something delicious."

"Mhm," Cicery agreed, clinging to Sly like a curious child. "Sly, is Josh Fudge really die? There was so much blood in that pool, it scared me." At the thought of Cicery's frightened look from earlier, Sly pulled her in close. "Don't worry, I'm right here with you."

"Sweetheart, stop thinking about it. Just rest in my arms, okay?" He said, tilting his head to plant a kiss on her cheek in an affectionate gesture.

"Okay," Cicery replied. Despite not being sleepy, she obediently closed her eyes and leaned against his shoulder.

...

Sly, holding Cicery, made his way to the car Goy had prepared for them, and they left.

After they had left, the police arrived.

Seeing the cops, Vincent decided to leave too, and Goy never interfered with matters that didn't concern him.

Especially when it was just some tycoon who had died, not someone of serious importance.

When Mildred Gomez got the news, she pointed to the military Jeep parked nearby and said to Big White, who was lying next to her with his wounds already bandaged, "Big guy, see that ride? Tonight, we gotta head back." Hearing this, Big White huffed, got up from the ground, and with a tug of his metal chain, pulled Mildred towards the vehicle.

Mildred Gomez was silent.

...

On the way back, Sly held Cicery in the car, with a soundproof privacy screen separating the back seat from the front.

Cicery straddled Sly's lap, hugging him and seeking kisses.

Sly let her have her way, holding her head gently and responding slowly to her advances.

After a while, Cicery lay breathless in Sly's embrace.

With a smirk, Sly teased her: "Babe, can't keep up already?"

Despite her small lung capacity, Cicery dared to allure him.

Unperturbed, Cicery's slim fingers clutched at his collar.

Sylvester held her and then leaned back, his mind drifting back to the white lion and their conversation by the hot spring.

"Cicery, don't you think you owe me an explanation?"

Cicery, of course, knew what Sylvester was referring to, including Big White and her own community.

After finding a comfortable spot in Sylvester's arms, Cicery told him everything about her community and Big White.

Frowning, Sylvester asked, "So, your home is in the island forests of F State, the Holy Light Tribe, and that white lion was your childhood friend?"

"Yeah, I was just three when I was taken by the folks at Unbounded Peak to be made into a Mutant. Big White tried to save me and got shot by those men. I thought I'd never see him again, but by some miracle, the gods brought him back to me." Sylvester felt a tightness in his chest at the mention of Unbounded Peak, hugging Cicery close as if to shield her from the past, wishing he could demolish that awful place.

Realizing that the creature once protected Cicery, Sylvester's impression of it softened.

...

The next day, headlines broke that Josh Fudge, the 19th richest man on Forbes's list, was found dead in a wildlife park's hot spring.