Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 165 Trying to outwit him? Think he wouldn't see through?

After speaking, Sylvester kissed her again, his large hand cradling the back of Lela's head, his lips locking hers in place.

Lela couldn't bear the intensity of his kiss, tears in her eyes, her tongue pushing against his.

Sylvester keenly felt the desire within him roaring.

He couldn't hit her, couldn't berate her, and even the act of punishing her only tormented himself.

Like a deflated balloon, Sylvester released her. He watched as she lay on the couch, panting; her neckline slipped down, and her cheeks flushed with a sensual allure.

He stood up, smoothed out the creases in his clothes that Lela had made, and then swept her into his arms, letting her straddle his lap. His amber eyes, filled with desire and fierceness, locked onto Lela's.

Lela had already figured out her strategy the moment she saw Sylvester. She knew he wouldn't blame her much.

Wrapping her arms around Sylvester's neck and pressing her body against his chest, she looked up at him with wet eyes, her voice silky soft, "Master Sylvester, I don't like that way of kissing. Can we try something else?"

"I really liked the way you kissed me last time in the kitchen at home. Can we do that instead?" She didn't even mention the gambling at the race track and was about to move closer when Sylvester raised his hand and pressed his long index finger against her smooth forehead.

Rejected by Master Sylvester? No problem, she thought, we can just kiss somewhere else.

Sylvester let go of Lela, leaning back and staring down at her with a dark expression, his voice icy, "Don't pull that cutesy act on me."

Lela continued to lean in, pressing her mouth against the fabric of his white shirt, her little tongue tracing circles over his chest. The damp, warm sensation made Sylvester's resolve crumble.

He sat up straight, his large hand gripping Lela's slender neck, pulling her away, "Is this your explanation? Or do you not want to explain at all?"

As Lela was pulled back, her hands clutched together, her head bowed, her lips pursed, and her eyes reddened with tears, making her look pitiable.

Sylvester was taken aback, forgetting his initial intent to confront her. He couldn't bear to see Lela suffer even the slightest hardship and found her distressing state unbearably touching. His expression immediately turned to panic. "Lela, what's wrong?"

Lela reached out again to embrace Sylvester's neck, burying her head in the crook of his shoulder, and began to explain, "Master Sylvester, I did it for the money."

She continued, her voice laced with misery, "After escaping from The Immortal Man, you rescued me, but I had no money. I was so hungry, but without money, I couldn't eat, so I went to the casino to gamble for some food." Thinking back to how young Lela had been, forced to fend for herself, Sylvester felt a surge of guilt, and his hand gently stroked her back.

Just as he was about to forgive her, another thought struck Sylvester. Lela was about to play mind games with him.

He curled his lips into a half-smile, his large hand encircling her slender waist, his chin resting on Lela's shoulder as he teased, "Sweetheart, now that you've got me, are you still worried about being short on cash? Besides, the way you were ready to gouge someone's eyes out back at the casino wasn't just about money, was it?"

Lela still thought she could play mind games with him.