Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 410 Lela's Epic Performance (2)

Sylvester heard Lela crying and immediately panicked. His big hand gently rubbed her fragile back. Feeling her tears on his neck, he realized he'd been too harsh. He wanted to turn her around to wipe her tears. But Lela clung to him and said with her voice trembling, "Sylvester, I was so scared. I thought The Immortal Man's people had come for me. I thought I'd never see you again."

She cried harder, her breathing fast, her small body shaking in his arms, looking pitiful.

The nearby servants exchanged knowing glances. The same trick again.

But nothing too serious this time.

Whenever Lela was in trouble, she'd play cute, shed some tears, ask for a hug, and Sylvester would always buy it.

Hearing this, Sylvester felt even more heartbroken. "Don't cry. As long as I'm here, no one can take you away." Lela ignored him, burying her face in his neck, squeezing out more tears that dampened his skin. "There, there, don't be afraid," he coaxed.

Sylvester had no choice but to rub the back of her head with his big hand, then gently pulled her back a bit. His deep eyes looked at her tear-streaked, flushed face. Seeing the tear stains and the endearing redness at the corners of her eyes, he felt very distressed. He gently brushed away the tears at the corner of her eye with his fingertip and said with his tone carrying a hint of dominance, "Baby, haven't I told you? You can cry, but only in bed."

Lela's heart skipped a beat, her nose red, her hands pressing against his firm chest, her eyes filled with confusion, as she didn't know whether she should cry or not. Observing her in this state, Sylvester couldn't help but smile, though deep down he understood her intentions all too well.

He had once believed that he could control Lela through his punishment, only to realize that he had unwittingly fallen into her trap of feigned affection.

Whenever she acted coquettishly and sought solace in his embrace, he found himself utterly defenseless. Damn it!

For the rest of his life, he knew that Lela would captivate him deeply.

Sylvester lifted his gaze to meet Lela's; her eyes still glistened with tears, her nose tinged red, and so were the corners of her eyes, and her chest heaving with erratic breaths. This look was simply alluring. A flash of desire crossed his eyes. He pulled Lela closer, lowered his head, and bit her soft lips, kissing her urgently and deeply. Lela straddled his lap, tilted her head back, cupped his cheeks with her hands, and opened her lips to take in his soft tongue. Mmm~ Sylvester's kiss tasted like cherries, and she loved it!

The servants nearby all looked up at the sky in unison, thinking how nice the weather was today, how fresh the air was, and how beautiful Dragon Manor was in the fall.

Meanwhile, Charley went to the girls' dormitory. He asked the dorm manager and found out that Lela had already returned to Dragon Manor. He didn't go back to the classroom but instead climbed over the wall and ran out of Holy Light Elite Academy. His brother had instructed him to take good care of Lela, but last night, he had let Lela fall off a cliff. He was worried and wanted to come back and check on her himself.

The servants were all surprised to see Charley. "Raymond, it's Monday. Why are you not in class at the academy? What brings you back?"

Charley looked worried as he ignored their questions and asked, "Where's Lela?"