Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 312 Lela Doesn't Like Sylvester's Departure

Mildred looked at the hung-up phone and furrowed his brow. He thought about how he had cleverly said he needed to find out where Sylvester was. If Lela saw the bloody scene here, Sylvester would definitely scold him. Little did Lela know that Sylvester was the leader of the Dragon Gang, and she had never witnessed his brutal and ruthless side. Mildred felt compelled to preserve Sylvester's reputation as a respectable gentleman. The door to the underground base opened, and Sylvester turned his head to see Lela standing barefoot on the ground. Her eyes fixed on the mercenary, and she looked shocked.

Sylvester's gaze immediately turned cold, and he looked over at Mildred.

Mildred was being pulled by Lela's ear, standing helplessly to the side. His tall frame was slightly bent, and seeing Sylvester's cold eyes, he quickly waved his hand in surrender. "Sylvester, it's not my fault; I didn't say anything." His tone was sad. And he was almost on the verge of tears.

What was even more pathetic was that he realized he couldn't even beat Lela.

He didn't want to help Sylvester maintain his solid, gentlemanly image anymore. It was just too frustrating; he had trained for so long, yet he still couldn't beat Lela!

After wallowing in sadness for a while, Mildred grew perplexed. Lela's fighting stance seemed oddly familiar.

Could it be that he had been beaten by Lela before?

It shouldn't be.

Sylvester just thought Mildred was a bit dumb. He stood up from the couch and walked towards Lela.

He picked her up and carried her away.

Lela lay in Sylvester's arms, her fair chin resting on his shoulder, her eyes fixed on the dismembered individual. The act of dismemberment sent shivers down her spine.

They walked a long distance before stopping.

"Sylvester."

Lela looked up at Sylvester and said, blinking her eyes, "Can you calm down?"

She leaned in to kiss him, but Sylvester turned his head away and said, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

After all, he had never been so bloody and ruthless in front of Lela.

Lela was stunned, clutching Sylvester's collar, her eyes extremely serious. Then she lowered her gaze and said, "Yes." Sylvester looked back at Lela and said, "You're afraid of me?"

Lela nodded. "Yes."

Sylvester smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. He put Lela down and turned to leave.

Lela was disobedient, but he couldn't scold her. He was afraid he would lose control and needed to calm down.

However, just as he took a step, a pair of slender arms hugged him from behind.

Sylvester paused, annoyed, and said, "Lela, aren't you afraid of me? How dare you hug me?"

Lela pressed tightly against Sylvester's back, hugging him even tighter as she urgently spoke, "I'm scared of you leaving, Sylvester, and terrified of watching you walk away with such determination." Sylvester was very surprised inside. He hadn't expected Lela to think this way.

She wasn't afraid of him, but rather feared his departure.

"Sylvester, please don't leave me so decisively as you did today, okay? I don't like seeing you walk away."

Before, his decisive departure had made her feel very uncomfortable. That feeling was too unbearable.

As Lela spoke, her eyes filled with tears.

Sylvester forcefully separated Lela's hands, pulling her into his arms. He grabbed her slender waist, lifted her so her bare feet were on top of his, and then kissed her fiercely.

Lela clung to Sylvester's neck and was forced to endure the passionate kiss.