Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 166 Not A Fan of Them? Time to Gouge Out Eyes?

Lela responded with an unruffled tone, having anticipated that Sylvester's question.

"But I'm out of money and wanted to earn some," she said, her voice soft and mellow. "I wanted to buy you a gift. Even though you provide for me, you haven't given me money, so I can't afford presents." Her voice carried a hint of accusation.

Annoyed but amused, Sylvester asked, "Are you blaming me for not giving you money, baby?"

At Balthazar's auction house, with those big billions on the line, he couldn't believe that Lela hadn't pocketed a single dime.

Lela nodded emphatically. "Yeah, you didn't give me money."

After saying this, she began to gently suck on Sylvester's neck.

Struggling with his rising desire, Sylvester broke into a laugh at her words, pulled her head away from his neck, and watched as she licked her lips with her pink tongue, her demeanor wholly enticing. Thinking back to the bloody scene at the casino, he suppressed his smile, his gaze turning ice-cold. "What's with gouging someone's eyes out at the casino?"

He was most upset about this - he hadn't known the little one had such a violent streak to gouge out eyes without batting an eye.

Lela tilted her head, looking down. "Because I don't like him."

"To the point of gouging out their eyes?"

She nodded again.

Sylvester, infuriated, raised his voice, "Do you think that's right?"

A girl at the casino, even considering doing something as gruesome as gouging out eyes - wasn't she afraid of the trouble that could follow?

Startled by his outburst, Lela clung to him, her voice deliberately quivering, "Master Sylvester, don't be mad, don't be mad at Lela."

Sylvester realized his tone was harsh. Even though Lela came from a tribal background, she wasn't senseless. That person must have provoked her.

As for what sparked the incident, he didn't care.

Sylvester took Lela's hand gently, saying somberly, "Honey, these places are dangerous. Don't come here again."

He could provide the money.

This little one was certainly special.

"Okay." Lela beamed with a smile again.

"In the future, if anyone bullies you, just tell me, my darling, and I'll take care of it."

Lela's hands were not meant to be tainted with even a speck of blood.

Looking up at him, Lela's eyes shimmered with unmistakable gratitude.

In this world, there's someone who cherishes you from the start to the end and who believes in you unconditionally.

What luck it would be to find such a person.

She once went by Cicery, but now she's Lela. Meeting Sylvester was such a stroke of fortune.

Lela cast her eyes downward, her lashes quivering, lips firmly pressed together. After a long moment, as if having come to some clear conclusion, she spoke with a raspy voice, "Master Sylvester." Sylvester lifted her chin with his hand, compelling her to meet his gaze, "What's up?"

Lela looked up at him, her hand clasping the one hooked under her chin, her delicate voice barely above a whisper, "Do you believe in me, Master Sylvester?"

Sylvester's lips curled into a smile, his voice light and humorous, "If I can't trust my darling, then who can I trust?"

Tears welled in Lela's eyes as she took a deep breath. Her fingers nervously clutching the front of Sylvester's shirt, she softly implored, "Kiss me."

Sylvester, taken aback by her sudden request, chuckled, "You want a kiss from me?"

Lela nodded firmly, "Yes."

She desperately craved his kiss.

She yearned for the fulfillment only he could provide.

Hearing her words, Sylvester released Lela's tight grip on his shirt and picked her up in his arms like a teddy bear, "Sweetheart, let's head to the bathroom."