Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 14 Blow Dry My Hair

Lela acted as if she didn't know why Sylvester had such a shocked expression on his face and smiled widely at him. Sylvester was unsure of how to proceed.

He decided not to talk about teaching her to use bath products; he needed to explain something else far more urgently. Something of utmost importance now.

He sat beside Lela, earnestly and sincerely like a headmaster, "After bathing, you must put on clothes before coming out."

The girl looked at him with her watery eyes and nodded slightly, indicating that she understood. Sylvester felt a sense of comfort in his heart. This little thing was quite smart.

Thinking about when he had touched her soft body just now, and Lela did not avoid it, Sylvester cleared his throat and continued teaching, "Also, in the future, you shouldn't let anyone touch your body carelessly, not even look at it. You need to learn to protect yourself, understand?" Sylvester's expression was serious, unlike before.

Lela turned her head and blinked her eyes. Sylvester raised his hand and pointed at Lela's chest, buttocks, and lower abdomen, glaring, "These areas should not be touched or looked at by anyone, whether male or female."

"If anyone dares to act out of line, without hesitation, kill them directly after venting your anger."

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Fine. Sylvester thought for a moment and felt that his teaching was not comprehensive enough, so he added, "Of course, that is a different story between husband and wife."

Sylvester didn't care whether Lela could accept so much knowledge at the moment and continued to ramble, "Do you understand about husband and wife?"

In her heart, Lela sneered at him, but she couldn't say anything and could only pretend to be ignorant.

"Husband and wife understand each other's hearts, have a beautiful wedding, raise children together, and grow old together, "Sylvester explained.

Hearing Sylvester's understanding of the relationship between spouses, Lela's heart shook fiercely. To be honest, considering his previous ruthless methods and cold and fierce personality, it was hard to imagine that this was how he viewed a husband and wife relationship. His heart, surprisingly, was so delicate and tender.

Sylvester continued speaking, pinching Lela's chin, his amber eyes carrying an indiscernible affection, his voice dangerously seductive, and his expression slightly teasing.

"Of course, the most important aspect of a husband and wife relationship is that he is a part of her, and she is a part of him. Understand?"

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Just when Lela was convinced by his understanding of the husband and wife relationship, she heard this sentence and felt speechless. Well, he was Sylvester, after all. How could Sylvester be as naive as she thought?

Regardless of whether Lela understands or not, Sylvester told her these things, and she must follow his lead. He let go of her hand, saying, "It's okay if you don't understand now, you will naturally know in the future." This little one will eventually get married.

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"In any case, remember, don't let anyone take advantage of you." He warned again.

Sylvester stood up and personally straightened Lela's bathrobe. "Regarding bathing, when it's light out, I will have the servant come and teach you. You should rest first, though."

Lela nodded, lay down, and closed her eyes.

Sylvester looked at her peaceful sleeping face, his lips curved. What he hadn't told her was that married couples must give each other a goodnight kiss every day.

After the maid finished cleaning, she walked out of the bathroom with the complete set of Lela's clothes in her slightly reddened face. "Sir, what should I do with these clothes? Should I stack them in the utility room as before and then take them to the energy base to be incinerated?"

If there are things in the Sylvester Estate that are no longer needed, they are donated if they can still be used. If they can't, they will be stacked in the utility room and taken to the energy base for incineration, then recycled for energy production.

This is one of the industries of the Gomez Empire.

Sylvester glanced at the items in the maid's hand and coldly said, "Clean them and give them to me."

The maid looked puzzled, not understanding why Mr. Gomez would want them back, but she dared not question it. She nodded and left.

The next day, Lela woke up to streams of sunlight piercing through the treetops outside, shining into the room through the slightly open window, creating speckles of light on the pristine white walls-a dreamlike scene. Light!

Lela reached out to grab those beams. How warm they were.

It felt wonderful.

After all these years, she could finally leave behind the darkness and freely enjoy this moment of warmth.

Suddenly the door opened and Sylvester came back wearing sportswear. He walked towards Lela and reached out to stroke her tender face... "Good morning, sweetheart."

He turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom.

Sylvester had the habit of morning exercise. The Gomez Estate had a luxurious fitness building with all kinds of equipment.

The touch of his hand lingered on Lela's face, unyielding.

After a while, the sound of running water stopped, and the man walked out, again wearing only a towel, unreservedly.

He walked while drying his hair with a second towel, allowing the droplets of water to slide down his chiseled cheeks, then his chest and eight-pack abs, finally disappearing in the towel. It was dangerously sexy. Casually wiping himself down, he threw the towel aside and walked over to Lela's side, handing her a hairdryer. "You probably don't know how to use this. I'll teach you and demonstrate it myself." He had a self-sacrificial tone.

Lela kindly accepted it, her eyes filled with confusion. Her hair was dry. Was she meant to use it on him?

Sylvester loved her pure and innocent appearance to the extreme, unable to resist stroking her cheek again.

He sat down beside Lela, blowing her hair with the hairdryer. His well-defined hands moved through her soft hair, creating an exquisite sensation.

Truly worthy of being a leader, every aspect of his body was excessively outstanding, matching his handsome features.

Sylvester's palms carried faint calluses, possibly from years of holding a gun. The rustic sensation against her skin felt like a massage, very comfortable. She liked this feeling, a sweet smile gracing her lips.

Seeing this smile halfway through his demonstration, he curled his lips, feeling unexpectedly content, "Do you like it when I personally cater to you?" Lela tilted her head and rubbed her face against the palm that slid over her cheek, her fondness overflowing.

"Little thing, you really know how to enjoy yourself."

With those words, Sylvester handed her the hairdryer, "Now it's my turn. Blow dry my hair."

Lela nodded heavily and took the hairdryer from his hand, imitating his actions to dry his hair.

She didn't expect Sylvester's hair to be so soft and shiny.

He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, even his hair was so beautiful.

Her movements gradually became skilled, treating his hair with the same devotion as one would to a precious item. Her gaze softening with each movement... This was Sylvester, the man who once saved her from danger...

A door of memories suddenly opened...