Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Hearing this, the maid Emma chuckled and slipped out with perfect timing.

Lela was nestled in Sylvester's arms, giggling. "Sylvester, you're amazing. I want you to hold me."

As she spoke, she stretched her long legs and started to turn around.

Seeing this, he closed his legs. When he saw her body tilting and about to fall, he quickly grabbed her underarms, stood up from the dining chair, and held her close.

Her long legs wrapped around his strong waist, her chin resting on his shoulder, and her feet swinging unconsciously.

"Sylvester, I'm feeling dizzy, but it feels so good." She clung to his shoulders, tugging at his clothes.

She loosened her grip, looked up at him, and pouted, "I'm feeling dizzy. I want a kiss."

He held her, looking at her soft and pleading expression. His eyes were filled with desire. He swallowed, his Adam's apple moving up and down, which was sexy and alluring.

"You want a kiss?" he asked.

Her face was flushed, her eyes dazed. "Yes."

"Whose kiss do you want?" he pressed.

"Sylvester's," she answered.

For the first time, Sylvester didn't kiss her right away. Instead, he carried her upstairs, patting her back with his large hand. He turned his head, his sexy lips pressed against her ear, and said fiercely, "Lela, remember this. From now on, whenever you drink, I have to be there."

Her appearance was so alluring and eye-catching; he was afraid someone might have ill intentions towards her.

If anyone else saw her like this, he would furiously gouge out their eyes.

Seeing that Sylvester didn't kiss her, she rubbed her nose against his chin.

This seductive action finally made Sylvester's desire explode; he had been holding back all along.

In the room, the warm yellow light emitted a slightly intoxicating glow. On the large bed, Sylvester pinned Lela's hands, pressing them against the sheets.

She moved discontentedly, letting out a soft moan.

He restrained her, not letting her move around in her drunken state. He opened his mouth and lightly bit her slender neck, grinding gently. His sexy lips moved down her neck, "punishing" her in his own way.

She tilted her head back, her eyes half-closed, staring at the large crystal chandelier on the ceiling. The combination of drunkenness and desire made her consciousness hazy. She slowly spoke, "I'm so tired."

He bit her, saying fiercely, "Baby, are you as tired as I am?"

Lela continued in her daze, saying, "Mutants have a period of weakness. I can't handle this."

Sylvester, buried in her chest, paused when he heard this. He got up, looking down at the dazed Lela, a flash of panic and realization in his eyes. He suppressed his desire and held her in his arms.

A period of weakness!

No wonder she had been so weak since he returned.

But she had never told him.

Could this be a special period for mutants?

She spoke no more, laying in his arms, with eyes closed. She seemed as if she had fallen asleep, or perhaps as if her previous words were just nonsensical ramblings.

He could no longer think about himself. He kissed her forehead and, taking advantage of her drunken state, coaxed her to speak more. "Baby, why do Mutants have a period of weakness?"

She moved in his arms, unconsciously saying, "Falling off a cliff, Mutants suffered severe injuries. After the wounds heal, there's a period of weakness."

Hearing this, he felt his heart sink, his chest aching terribly.

So that was what happened!

Lela must have been severely injured during the race, caused by Wolf Gang's people making her fall off a cliff.noveldrama

Wolf gang again! That damn organization was everywhere, breeding like crazy.

He felt a heavy pressure in his chest.

Lela seemed to be dreaming. She closed her eyes, as if comforting Sylvester in her dream, "Don't cry, Sylvester, don't cry. My period of weakness is only temporary, just a week. Sylvester, be good. Let me hold you."

He looked down at her, feeling heartbroken and a deep sense of helplessness.

Lela, what should I do!

Tell me, what should I do with you!