Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 329 Destined to Live in Secret

Upstairs,

Lela lay on the bed, too exhausted to move, her eyes half-closed as she tried to catch her breath.

After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes.

Turning her head, she saw Sylvester sitting on the bed, fully dressed, with Lela's slender legs resting on his lap. His distinct hands gently massaged her legs to ease her soreness. Thinking about the past few days, Lela felt an overwhelming urge to cry.

A wave of grievance surged in her heart, and she lifted her leg to kick Sylvester in the face.

Sylvester reacted quickly, grabbed Lela's ankle, and kept massaging it, a smile playing on his lips. "Planning to murder your husband?"

Lela thought, 'Huh! We're unmarried yet.'

Lela stayed silent and sulking while Sylvester was massaging her.

After a long while, Lela still felt angry. She glared at Sylvester and accused, "All you do is bully me."

Her voice was soft and hoarse.

This time, she was utterly exhausted.

Sylvester wasn't fazed at all. He continued to knead Lela's legs gently and said, "It's called pampering. Baby, this is my way of spoiling you."

Lela had long known that Sylvester could be shameless, but she hadn't expected him to come up with such shameless statement.

For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Seeing Lela holding back her anger, Sylvester chuckled softly. Recalling Lela's initial frenzy over the past three days, he raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with amusement. With a forceful pull, he dragged Lela over.

Lela screamed in fright, lifting her leg to kick again, but Sylvester caught it. The area under her skirt, where she wasn't wearing any underwear, was exposed to him. Sylvester's expression changed.

He pinned Lela down, his voice hoarse. "Don't move."

He thought, 'Knowing full well that I have no self-control around her, she dares to do this to lure me?

'If she doesn't behave, the punishment would continue.'

But he knew he had gone too far these past few days. Instead of another round, he adjusted Lela's clothes, sat by the bed, held her, and kissed her forehead to comfort her. "Does it still hurt?" Lela replied irritably, "What do you think?"

"You had no self-control."

"Yes, I had no self-control," Sylvester admitted. He lifted Lela's chin with his fingers to watch her eyes. "Baby, since you know I don't have self-control, you need to behave yourself. Otherwise, if you sneak out again, you might as well give up on these legs."

He intended to keep her by his side for a lifetime; after all, he could afford it.

As he spoke, he bent Lela's legs and planted a kiss on her fair, rounded knee.

Even her knees fit his aesthetic perfectly, simply flawless.

Except for the bruises, which looked both suggestive and unsightly.

His hands covered them to massage them gently.

He might have gone too far in bed for the past three days.

His handsome brows furrowed slightly.

Lela lay in Sylvester's arms, hearing his words. Her voice was soft and timid as she said, "Sylvester, is it because I'm a Mutant that I'm destined to live in secret?"