Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 173 Tenderness Reserved for Sylvester

As the head rolled away, Lela watched John's lifeless body. Her eyes reddened, yet a laugh escaped her lips.

It wasn't enough! Not nearly enough!

A person like him deserved to be tormented to death.

Sylvester saw the intense hatred lingering in Lela's eyes, his left hand trembling slightly as he quickly embraced her. "Lela, do you feel better now?" She shook her head. "Not yet."

Not minding the blood that covered her, Sylvester picked Lela up. "Okay, let me handle what's next, alright?"

Lela tilted her head, her cold gaze shifting from John's figure to Sylvester, smiling innocently but with chilling undertones. "Okay."

She then pointed to two figures in the bathtub. "And those two."

Sylvester looked deeply into her eyes, ready to fulfill any request. With his lips barely parted, he whispered, "Alright."

A cold smile played on Lela's lips as she wrapped her arms around Sylvester's neck. "Sylvester, I want the powers behind them crumbled too."

He raised his hand, gently stroking her back, calming her emotions. His eyes blazed with fury, but his voice was softly compelling. "Alright, I'll make it happen. Shall we go clean up now?" The dirty blood on her skin felt like a defilement.

Carrying Lela away, they passed through the bathroom door; Sylvester glanced sideways and spoke with a cold tone, "Did you catch all that?"

Mildred and Ethan exchanged glances, then bowed their heads. "Yes, sir."

Sylvester carried Lela back to their room to clean up while Ethan immediately ordered a lockdown of the top floor of the hotel, barring outsiders from entry.

Meanwhile, Mildred mobilized her forces and headed to John's stronghold.

Just overnight, John's gang in Cove crumbled.

In the shower, the couple stood exposed to one another, their bloodstained clothes tossed aside into the hamper.

Sylvester's left arm wrapped around her waist, his right hand gently washing away the blood from her hair, her face, and her body.

Lela stood on the balls of her feet atop his, her slender arms lightly holding him and her eyes downcast. She was lost in thought.

There was no trace of desire in Sylvester's eyes as he meticulously and tenderly washed Lela.

His amber eyes reflected nothing but heartache.

This was the first time Lela remained silent in his presence.

Before, in similar moments, she would have concocted playful ways to steal kisses.

It was also a first for him to feel this helpless, unsure of how best to comfort the little one he cherished most in life.

Yes, Lela loved his kisses the most.

Sylvester cradled the back of Lela's head with his right hand, urging her to look up at him. He bent down to capture her soft lips, prying them open with gentle insistence. His warm tongue slid in, coaxing her smaller one into a tender dance an intimate waltz of swirling and turning. It was a gesture so tender, it came with a whisper of a caress.

Lela wrapped her arms around Sylvester's waist, tilting her head back, her chest pressing firmly against him as she trembled ever so slightly in his embrace.

"Sylvester."

"Tell me, baby. Can you tell me what it is?"

Her silence left him feeling anxious.

Lela suckled on his lip before speaking, "Sylvester, I want to visit Flora."

For the first time, Sylvester suppressed the surge of jealousy within him, pulling away from her lips to stare into her eyes. "Okay."

After carefully cleaning up, Sylvester took a towel and dried Lela's body with meticulous attention, making sure not even spaces between her toes were missed as if he were handling a precious antique vase.