Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 80 I Haven't Forgiven You Yet.

"I want you; you are wanted by me alone."

To claim that Lela wasn't taken aback would be dishonest. She tightly squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth and tenderness Sylvester brought, her heart racing.

Lela didn't close her eyes; she looked at his handsome face, just an arm's length away, with long, dense lashes when closed. She watched as he gently and tenderly wiped away her tears, with the demeanor of someone deeply devoted... She remembered again: lying mangled at the foot of the mountain, despair and fear overwhelming her, and he appeared so unexpectedly.

His profile was elegant and otherworldly; he stood there like a painting, like a ray of light...

"Sylvester, have you thought it through?" Lela gazed at him with near-obsession.

Sylvester moved his finger from Lela's face and lightly placed it on her soft lips. His amber-colored, magical eyes flickered with determination. "With heaven and earth as our witness, you are my soulmate." Soulmate!

Lela laughed through her tears.

Having escaped from the laboratory, yearning for the radiance of modern civilization, she had studied knowledge with all her might and even read the Bible in her spare time.

He said she was his other half!!!

Sylvester, have you fallen in love with me?

If that's the case, she would wait for him to say it himself.

Since that's the case...

Lela held his hand, looked up, her clear and bright gaze fixed on him. "Sylvester, in our family, once we make a commitment, we never betray, never abandon, even in life and death."

"If one day, you betray me, I will surely kill you, then kill myself."

"Do you... still consider me?" Lela remained uncertain.

Sylvester raised his hand, his gaze indulgent, as he brushed her hair behind her ear. His voice was magnetic and seductive, with a tinge of enchantment. He smiled and said, "Little one, you're quite stubborn." All this talk of killing and suicide, he could only marvel at how this little one's mind worked.

But thinking about it, if he could die together with this little one, it would be a kind of fulfillment.

" п

...

She was indeed stubborn. When something belonged to her, she would never let go, even in death.

Whether it was a person or an object.

She never was a saint.

"There won't be a day, little one, when I won't betray you," Sylvester made the promise and swore to fulfill it even at the cost of his life.

Lela lowered her gaze, a smile lingering on her lips.

Seeing Lela turn sadness into a smile, witnessing the beautiful curve of her lips, Sylvester felt much better in his heart.

The appearance of this little one made him realize his own heart.

But it was impossible; his genetic disease could cause his death at any moment, and he couldn't determine their future together.

He knew that the little one's blood could potentially save him, yet he couldn't bring himself to do it. The thought was unbearable! Besides, the blood came in limited quantities, what if saving him required a larger amount? What would they do?

So, he refused.

He'd rather face his own demise than allow the little one to endure even the slightest suffering.

Upon receiving Sylvester's affirmation, Lela suddenly let go of Sylvester and walked away.

Sylvester panicked and quickly ran up, grabbing Lela's arm. "Lela..."

However, Lela immediately shook his hand off, pretending to speak coldly, "Sylvester, I haven't forgiven you yet."

Sylvester: "..."

"It's you who made me like this, who locked me in a small dark room, awakening my memories. I'm not ready to forgive you just like that."

Sylvester felt helpless but had no way out.

It served him right, after all.

Watching Lela's retreating figure, Sylvester felt a pain in his chest.

In the next moment, a gloomy, bloodthirsty expression appeared on Sylvester's face, his hands tightly clenched.

The Immortal Peak, huh!

The place protected internationally?

The world's most powerful research institution?

He did desire to witness firsthand what the Immortal Peak truly entailed.

...

Inside the villa,

Charlie sat on the sofa, watching Lela casually walk over as if nothing had happened, startling him and causing him to fall off the sofa. "Sister-in-law? Are you alright now?"

Lela nodded in response and made her way directly to the dining room, where the table was already filled with food. She seated herself casually, promptly commencing her meal; her hunger was palpable. Charlie had intended to talk to Lela, but at this moment, Sylvester entered, so he had no choice but to keep quiet.

Sylvester glanced at Lela, walked over, and wanted to sit next to her, but Lela ignored him and sat on the other side, continuing to eat.

Sylvester: "..."

Charlie: "..."

Servants: "

Chefs: ""

Miss Lela, is everything really fine?

Just now, with such a big scene, it seemed like a joke.

Mildred entered the room with a note and bore witness to this unsettling scene.

She still clutched the invitation card in her hand, uncertain whether to proceed or not.