Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 403 Don't Bite Your Lips

Sylvester walked into the room upstairs. Lela was still asleep, clutching his pillow. He gently pried her hands off and checked her forehead. No fever, which was good since Mutants shouldn't get fevers. But her lips were pale, not their usual rosy color. He couldn't help but worry.

"Babe, wake up!"

In her half-conscious state, Lela had been drifting through a long dream. In it, she sometimes encountered Sylvester and sometimes found herself back in her childhood.

She dreamed that Sylvester had spent a fortune to build a grand palace in the forest for the deceased members of the Holy Light Tribe, with each tribe member receiving their own room.

Now, she could hear Sylvester calling her, urging her to wake up.

But her eyes just wouldn't open.

"Sylvester, hug!"

In her dream, she reached out. Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted. She dreamt she was straddling Sylvester's lap, snuggling into his warm embrace. His scent was comforting, and she held him tighter, burying her face in his chest.

After a while, she dreamt of Amanda. As a child, she lay in Amanda's arms, listening to her sing a lullaby. "Mom, I saw you. I miss you so much," she said, hugging tighter as Amanda kissed her. Then Amanda left, and she anxiously chased after Amanda, only to meet her father, Clarence Russell. She was lifted onto Clarence's shoulders, looking at the distant scenery.

"Dad, why did Mom leave? I'm scared," she asked. Clarence said, "Sarah, don't be afraid. Amanda went to pick your favorite roses. Look." He turned around, and there was Amanda, holding a bouquet of roses, bathed in sunlight. Young Sarah smiled and reached out, "Mom, flowers." Pink butterflies fluttered around her, and Amanda smiled, "Our Sarah is so fragrant. You're attracting butterflies." Young Sarah held the roses, trying to catch the butterflies. It was a beautiful scene. But the scene shifted once more, plunging Lela into a cold, clinical laboratory. She found herself in The Immortal Man's lab, surrounded by sterile white glass walls. Her people were restrained on icy metal tables, subjected to one cruel experiment after another.

Young Lela struggled desperately, yearning for Amanda's comforting embrace, but was met with even harsher treatment.

Meanwhile, Sylvester sat by the bedside, his eyes brimming with concern. Gently, he cupped the back of Lela's head, using a bit of pressure to create space between them. His gaze remained fixed on her as he whispered softly, "Lela, wake up. Look at me, it's me."

Lela's brows were furrowed in distress. She seemed trapped in a chilling abyss, her teeth clenched on her pale lips, struggling to break free from the nightmare.

Sylvester hesitated, unsure whether to pry her lips open, afraid of causing her harm. Instead, he leaned closer, pressing his lips gently against hers, again and again. His voice was tender as he murmured, "Lela, open your lips. Don't bite your lips, sweetheart."

Sylvester's heart ached with each tender kiss.