Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 74 Feeding Her Personally

Vanessa didn't understand what was going on. She was still thinking about the experiments in her lab. But she didn't dare refute and simply nodded, saying, "Yes, Mr. Gomez." Sylvester turned his head and instructed Mildred, "Go and ask the kitchen to prepare some food. Also, tell them to bring honey water."

"And instruct the staff to prepare toiletries. Then, have one of the maids fetch a set of pajamas from Lela's dressing room and bring it over as well." "You may all leave now."

"Yes, sir." Mildred turned and left.

Vanessa also followed the order, carrying her medical kit as she walked away, going to the neighboring room to wait.

Charlie watched his brother's back, knowing that his brother cared deeply for this sister-in-law. That's why he got so angry.

Their mother left them early, hardly teaching them what love is. She never taught them how to love a woman. Although Elvis treated them well, it was still different.

As children without their parents' protection, the two of them experienced many hardships.

Ever since the assassination, self-protection became his only concern, and he dared not speak of it to anyone else.

As for his brother, he just doesn't know how to express his love. He only loves his sister-in-law in his own misguided way.

Once, he aspired to console his brother, but he now understood that any words he might offer are in vain and feeble.

With a light sigh, Charlie took a deep look into the hospital room and turned away.

Soon, several servants rushed over from the main villa with the things Mildred had instructed. Their movements were quick, yet methodical. "Sir, we have brought everything you requested."

"Alright."

Sylvester took a deep glance at Lela and raised his hand, saying, "Bring the honey water over."

Without hesitation, the servant promptly delivered the honey water.

Sylvester received it and carefully spoon-fed Lela a portion of the honey water.

The little one has always loved to eat, just like a little piglet. Normally, she eats a lot, but today, because of him, she hasn't eaten anything.

The little one must be hungry, and he couldn't bear to see her in that state.

However, as soon as the honey water was administered, it dribbled out of Lela's mouth.

It appeared that this incident had left her entirely unresponsive.

Sylvester looked at the honey water trickling from Lela's lips and with pursed his lips, softly remarked, "Sweetie, it's not good for you to avoid eating." The female servants beside them were shocked by this scene. What happened to the master? Miss Lela hasn't woken up yet, how can she hear? Disregarding their stares, Sylvester persisted in feeding Lela, yet the honey water continued to escape from the corners of her mouth.

With reddened eyes, Sylvester managed a smile and gently scolded, "Little one, you're being quite stubborn."

Feed, and it dribbles out once more.

"Listen, if you eat, everything will be alright. You can beat me up when you're better. I'll let you beat me however you want, alright?" His tone was indulgent, almost as if he was spoiling her. However, Lela fell into a deep sleep, ignoring Sylvester.

In the end, Sylvester had no choice.

He took a deep glance at her, took a sip from the cup, and firmly held the back of Lela's head with his large palm.

He slightly lifted it, used his right hand to hold her mouth corner, forcing it to open slightly.

Then he lowered his head, passing the honey water into her mouth amidst the astonished eyes of the servants.

The morning sun streamed in from the window, piercing through layers of branches.

The dappled shadows of the trees spilled into the room, gently creating a beautiful picture on them...

With a gentle summer breeze, sparkling sunlight, and swaying tree branches, even when the servants spoke of it later in private, they felt warmth and beauty in their hearts. Afraid that Lela might spit it out again, Sylvester lingered for a while after feeding her, even using his tongue to deliver the liquid.

There was not an ounce of desire, only devout tenderness, like an apostle...

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