Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 295 I feed you, and you still don't want to eat?

The servant didn't dare go up and stood aside, saying, "I don't want to. Why don't you go?"

The head chef glared and said, "My job is to cook."

This was the head chef's first encounter with such a situation. Seeing the gourmet dishes being reheated repeatedly, he muttered, "What's going on? Did Sylvester make Lela sick?"

The maid beside him blushed, lowered her head, and said nothing.

It wasn't an illness; Lela and Sylvester had been having sex all night.

While they were shirking responsibility downstairs, they heard Lela's voice from upstairs. "No, I don't want to."

She wanted to sleep.

Sylvester was holding Lela, her slender legs dangling beside him, her hands irritably messing with Sylvester's soft hair.

He kept one arm around her, indulging her whims, and said in his usual gentle tone, "You can sleep after breakfast."

Lela was different; he was afraid that the torment she suffered in her early years would have bad consequences on her body.

So, he paid special attention to Lela's diet.

It was said that breakfast was the most important meal, so no matter what, he wanted Lela to have breakfast.

Lela, who was tired after last night, felt a bit annoyed. She clenched her fists, one hand pounding Sylvester's shoulder, the other continuing to mess with his hair, and said in a frustrated voice, "It's all your fault, all your fault." She was so tired her waist was sore.

Sylvester held her close, guiding her down the stairs and towards the dining room, chuckling, "Now you blame me, but you didn't resist me last night."

She was very cooperative and even crazier than him.

Hearing this, Lela said nothing and buried her head in his neck to bite it down. Sylvester tensed up, allowing her the freedom to playfully act out.

Everyone downstairs was very quiet as no one dared to speak.

They had never seen Sylvester treated like this; his hair was a mess.

Where was the bad-tempered and cold Sylvester?

Some widened their eyes in disbelief.

Some still admired him; even like this, Sylvester was very handsome.

Others sighed, reflecting on the fact that only Lela dared to treat Sylvester in such a manner.

Sylvester carried Lela to the dining room and glanced at the dishes on the table. Immediately, a servant came over to politely pull out a chair. Sylvester then sat down with Lela in his arms.

Lela was still buried in his neck. She let his neck go but was just unwilling to leave.

Sylvester's large hand stroked the back of Lela's neck, and he had to pull her back forcefully. His long lashes lowered as he looked at Lela and said in a deep voice, "You stopped?"

Lela still kept her eyes down, ignoring him.

From Sylvester's perspective, he could see Lela's thick eyelashes trembling with her slight movements because she was angry. This beautiful scene made Sylvester smile. "Even if I feed you myself, you still don't want to eat?" Lela still ignored Sylvester.

Sylvester was completely helpless. He leaned forward slightly, and his long fingers picked up a piece of soft sweet bread from the delicate plate, placed it under Lela's nose to tempt her, raised an eyebrow, and said, "It smells so good." It seemed she couldn't resist anymore!

But just as Lela was about to open her mouth to take a bite, Sylvester feigned a sudden darkening of his expression. He discarded the bread from his hand, pinched Lela's chin, and deliberately spoke in a cold tone, "How did I not realize before that you were so spoiled?"