Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 179 How did Flora turn into Sylvester?

In Greafury, nestled within the grandeur of Dragon Manor, Lela had been less sensitive these past few days thanks to Flora's company. Her mind had seamlessly accepted that this was Sylvester's turf and with Flora by her side, no one dared

touch

her.

As a result, she'd been sleeping like a log.

Lying in bed, Lela shifted and snuggled into the arms of the person beside her. Still groggy from sleep, she hugged them, her whole body nestling into their embrace, her cheek rubbing against their chest.

Since childhood, Lela adored cuddles from her dad, kisses from her mom, and be the center of admiration. She was the cherished princess of the forest community, blessed with delicate features and a sweet disposition, doted upon by all her kin.

Her family was willing to indulge her every whim.

Even after the inhumane torture in the lab from the tender age of three, and after she found the light, Lela still couldn't deny her nature. She never lost herself. She was, and always would be, the forest's little princess.

A bit dazed, Lela didn't immediately notice the difference in the chest she lay upon.

Sylvester, finally pleased, had a smile tugging at his lips. This was the first time Lela had hugged him in three days.

But his happiness disappeared when he heard Lela murmur Flora's name.

Disappointment fell upon him.

He rose, inadvertently lifting Lela along with him. Grasping under her arm, he hoisted her up, gazing at her sleepy eyes. Sylvester didn't hesitate to kiss her lips.

He wanted to make amends.

Lela gazed up, passively accepting his fervent, dominating kiss. The intensity left her gasping for air, and as Lela's eyes slowly opened, she looked at him in bewilderment. " Sylvester? Where's Flora?"

Jealousy intensified within Sylvester.

For three days, he had exchanged only a few words with Lela, while Flora had monopolized her the rest of the time.

He knew Lela felt sympathy for Flora, but this wasn't enough reason to neglect him.

Realizing Sylvester's jealousy, Lela could only hold him close to soothe his frustration.

Sylvester raised an eyebrow, desire glinting in his amber eyes mixed with a dash of smugness. It seemed Lela's heart and vision were still rightly centered on him. This realization brought him immense satisfaction.

With a sigh, Sylvester wrapped his arms around Lela, carefully supporting her head with his left hand as he pressed her against the windowsill.

The gentle breeze of a summer morning seeped in, causing the sheer white curtains on the bay window to dance lightly. Sunlight bathed the couple, lending a mysterious, lazy charm to the scene, like a painting of a handsome man and a beautiful woman that started to please the eye.

Sylvester looked down to see a frown on Lela's face, tinged with embarrassment.

A proud grin spread across his handsome features. He gently touched her head and cooed, "Baby, are you already done with cuddles?"

Lela shook her head and looked up at Sylvester with cheeks blushing red. Then, she leaned in for an embrace.

With a bear hug, Sylvester lifted her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his broad shoulder.

As they reached the ground floor, Lela glanced around.

No sign of Flora.

She struggled to get down, and Sylvester, unable to resist her, reluctantly let her go.