Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 61 Sylvester Can't Believe This is Lela's First Menstruation

Afterwards, Sylvester recalled the little details of this period and suddenly realized that Lela seemed to have never experienced her menstrual cycle. He turned his gaze back to her, his amber eyes filled with astonishment. "Lela, is this your first

menstruation?"

So that's why she's in pain!

Lela weakly nodded. "Yes."

Upon hearing her response, Sylvester grew even more confused. Although he wasn't a medical expert, he knew a bit about puberty. A girl's first menstruation shouldn't come this late.

Sylvester looked at Lela seriously. "Watson the doctor has assessed your bone age, little one, and you've already reached adulthood."

"Yes." Lela grasped Sylvester's hand and placed it on her small belly. Her eyes were slightly red and her voice weak. "Sylvester, please, it hurts, massage it gently."

Sylvester's heart immediately softened, and his large palm began to gently rub her tender belly.

Her skin was unusually smooth, like a piece of fine white jade, making it hard for him to let go.

"Is it still painful?"

Lela opened her eyes, looked at Sylvester, shook her head under his gaze, and then nodded again. "Mmm, still hurts."

Lela's skin was fair and translucent. Although her complexion was pale due to the pain, there was a slight redness at the corners of her eyes and a delicate blush on her small nose, making her look delicate and lovable. Sylvester's heart twisted once again, and he dared not apply too much pressure with his hand, but instead, relaxed his grip slightly.

Lela held Sylvester's hand and spoke softly, her tone ethereal. "Not so gently, a little stronger."

Upon hearing Lela's unintentional words, Sylvester took a deep breath. "Alright, a little stronger. If it hurts, let me know."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Sylvester began to feel that something was off.

But unfortunately, Lela seemed to enjoy this intensity. "Mmm... just like this, it feels very comforting."

Hearing her words, Sylvester could only remind himself in his mind: children speak without inhibition, children speak without inhibition.

Sylvester lifted the towel ever so slightly, revealing Lela's fair legs. He noticed the drying bloodstains, which appeared as a vivid red. Sylvester became even more perplexed. "Darling, a girl's first menstruation usually occurs between the ages of twelve and fifteen. Why is it happening now?"

After considering it, Sylvester still couldn't rest assured. "No, I should call the doctor."

He was about to get up as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, Lela gently held Sylvester's hand, her voice still weak. "Don't leave, don't call the doctor. Lela doesn't want to see a doctor. Lela just wants to sleep now, Sylvester..." "Sylvester will stay by Lela's side, alright? She just wants to be with him."

That was Lela's guess.

Sylvester pondered for a moment, and it seemed to make sense.

Seeing Lela's weak face, Sylvester didn't want to leave her either, fearing something might happen. He raised his hand and gently rubbed Lela's head. "Alright, you go to sleep, alright?" "Mmm... Okay." Lela held onto Sylvester's hand, not allowing him to leave, her voice soft and tender. "Keep rubbing, please."

The pain didn't start as intense, but her whole body began to ache.

"Alright." Sylvester looked at the feeble Lela, feeling deeply sympathetic. As he continued rubbing, he took out his phone and said, "I'll send a message to the kitchen first, asking the chef to prepare a bowl of ginger and brown sugar soup." "Mmm... Okay."

With Sylvester's palm kneading her abdomen, Lela gradually drifted off to sleep.

Sylvester dialed the internal line to the kitchen and instructed the head chef to make a bowl of ginger and brown sugar soup and send it up.

The head chef didn't dare ask why. Whatever Master Sylvester said, he would do.

Just as the head chef was about to hang up, Sylvester gave another instruction, "Oh, and have one of the servants buy... something for a girl's menstrual cycle as quickly as possible..."

For a moment, Sylvester couldn't find the right word.

He had forgotten what it was called.

The head chef looked bewildered. "Master Sylvester, what else do you need?"