Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 296 Don't be afraid, I'm right behind to protect you.

Lela blinked her eyes.

Sylvester seemed angry!

He discarded the bread, reclined in his chair, casually picked up a small piece of delicate cake, and popped it into his mouth.

When Lela wasn't paying attention, he squinted his eyes and leaned in to feed her.

His handsome face approached Lela, and she widened her eyes, seeing the threat in his gaze.

Lela quickly understood his intentions, took a bite of the cake, and chewed it.

"Tasty," Lela said.

This action instantly dissolved the tense atmosphere from earlier as if nothing had happened. Sylvester looked at Lela and smiled.

Then he ate the remaining half, looked at Lela, and teased, "So Lela likes to eat this way? I get it."

The nearby servants couldn't help but cover their mouths, giggling at the sight.

The head chef, though he was aged, watched this scene and couldn't help but feel Sylvester and Lela's intimacy graitfying.

Lela snorted lightly and swallowed the food. "What do you get?"

Sylvester received a bowl of soup from a servant, scooped a spoonful, gently blew on it, checked the temperature with his lips, and finding it just right, brought it to Lela's mouth. Observing her sip it, he remarked, "So, Lela was seducing me just now."

Lela almost spat out the soup in her mouth.

"Take a few more sips," Sylvester coaxed Lela, truly treating her like his little princess.

He wasn't a man who was good at taking care of others, but when it came to Lela, he gave her all his life's tenderness and indulgence.

Sylvester smiled and realized he was completely in love with Lela in this lifetime.

After a sip of soup, Lela shook her head to show her have enough.

Sylvester knew Lela's tastes were getting more and more picky. Fine! If she didn't want the soup, she could try the next one. He would indulge her anyway. Sylvester took the soup bowl and drank up.

This action undoubtedly shocked everyone present.

Sylvester actually had what Lela left.

Shocking!

The servant, filled with disbelief, took the empty bowl from Sylvester and remained motionless for a while.

The meal took the entire morning.

Sylvester held Lela and was playing with her hair when Richael arrived.

Richael shouted, "Lela, come to me. The makeup artist is here. We need to get dolled up for tonight's banquet."

As soon as she came in, she saw Sylvester holding Lela, his gaze full of affection.

"Sylvester, let me borrow Lela today; I'll return her to you later," Richael teased while patting her big belly.

Hearing this, Sylvester pinched Lela's soft earlobe, his sexy lips curling into a cold smile. "Babe, how come I didn't know you had other plans?"

Lela's eyes revealed a touch of cunning, a fleeting glimpse of cruelty, but she didn't let it show on her face. Instead, she acted coquettishly and said, "Sylvester, I have something important tonight. Please grant me permission to go." It didn't take long for Sylvester to know what Lela was planning. He leisurely lay back in his chair, pinched Lela's soft cheek, and said, "Babe, go and do whatever you want."

Then he leaned close to Lela's ear and whispered, "Be ruthless."

"Don't worry about anything, I'm right behind to protect you."