Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 261 You Make It Feel Better

After that, Sylvester felt a warm breeze coming towards his back, itching at his wound.

Lela eagerly suggested, "I'll blow on your wound, then you won't feel pain anymore."

Sylvester chuckled, waved his big hand before gently lifting Lela into his arms, and looked at her face-to-face.

Lela was startled and quickly said, "Don't move. The wound is already bleeding. Otherwise, what can we do if it bleeds more?"

As she spoke, tears welled up in Lela's eyes and started to fall.

Lela felt useless, and she was becoming more and more prone to tears.

Lela tightly gripped Sylvester's collar, and her tone was tinged with blame and her eyes reddened as she scolded, "Sylvester, do you just do as they say? Don't you know when to leave? They don't even know about your disease. If you accidentally get hurt, what should I do then? What should I..."

Before Lela could finish her words, Sylvester sealed her lips.

He pried open Lela's lips and kissed her passionately. His actions were domineering yet tender.

His big hand caressed Lela's back and pulled her into his embrace.

Seeing Lela breathing rapidly, Sylvester restrained himself, kissed her longingly, and gave her space to breathe.

Lela was getting better at scolding now, or she seemed to become cuter when she was being kissed.

After a while, Sylvester finally released Lela. Lela's head was a bit dizzy, but she didn't forget to scold him and looked at Sylvester with watery eyes as she said, "You... you think you can just kiss me and..."

Before Lela could finish her sentence, Sylvester interrupted her with another kiss.

After some time, Sylvester's lips moved from Lela's lips to her eyes, kissed away her tears, and finally lightly placed a kiss on her forehead.

Sylvester's voice was sexy and deep as he said, "Lela, I don't want you to make such difficult choices. They are just testing me, and they won't really harm me. Relax, don't cry."

Lela lowered her head and stayed speechless.

She was clearly a bit upset.

Sylvester sighed lightly, gently lifted Lela's chin with his slender hand, and forced her to look at him. When he saw the redness in her eyes, Sylvester chuckled and teasingly said, "How come I didn't notice before that you like to cry?" Then, Sylvester wiped away the tears left on the corners of Lela's eyes with his fingertips.

His actions were indulgent and gentle.

Lela stared at him and reached out to hold his fingertips. After a while, she said, "But I'm afraid that something might really happen to you."

Sylvester would never have thought that if something happened to him, even a small accident, Lela might be driven to do terrifying things.

Listening to this, Sylvester felt his heart clenched, but then he looked at her with certainty, and his tone was relaxed as he said, "What, don't you trust your husband?"

Lela said, "I don't know how strong you really are."

At these words, Sylvester's pupils constricted, and he raised his eyebrows seemingly offended as he said, "Lela, are you actually questioning my abilities?"

As he spoke, Sylvester was about to reprimand Lela, and his big hands gripped her waist.

Lela widened her eyes and stopped him. She scolded, "Didn't you say you were hurting all over? You..."

Sylvester smirked, and a sly light flashed in his eyes as he said, "I'm not hurting now."

Lela immediately realized that she had been deceived. She wanted to get out of Sylvester's embrace. Even though Lela had practiced martial arts, she knew she couldn't beat Sylvester at all. She had to get out quickly. However, in Sylvester's eyes, Lela was like a little kitten. And there was no way that she could escape.

Before Lela could leave, Sylvester stood up to hold her.

He walked towards the bed while kissing her, and then he put down Lela and bent over.

Lela said worriedly, "Sylvester... you're still injured."

Sylvester stubbornly replied, "I don't care."

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Lela turned her head to avoid his kiss and urgently said, "Sylvester, someone is knocking at the door." Sylvester feigned ignorance, and said, "Lela, you are mishearing."

Another knock on the door followed.

Soon after, a female voice came, and announced, "Sarah, Philip asked me to bring you the medicine."

"Listen..." Lela struggled to push Sylvester's chest with both hands, looked towards the door, and said in the meantime, "Come in."

Sylvester, who was enjoying kissing her, had to get up and tidy up Lela's clothes when he saw the woman coming in.

He had a cold look in his eyes when he saw it was Hailey.

"You've really gotten used to eavesdropping," Sylvester's tone was light but chilly as he snidely remarked.

As soon as Hailey entered, she felt a strong sense of danger as if her throat was strangled, which made it hard for her to breathe. She looked up and met Sylvester's sharp eyes, and her heart was trembling. Sylvester was really scary.

She didn't know what to say.

She didn't mean to eavesdrop.

"What?" Lela taunted him. She knew Sylvester was angry, so she quickly grabbed his hands and stuck out her tongue at him.

Sylvester then looked down at Lela. He usually toned down his demeanor in front of her.

He raised his hand and pinched her face, the killing intent in his eyes gradually dissipated as he remained silent.

Lela didn't respond to his behavior and instead, she looked at Hailey. "Hailey, what medicine did you bring?"

Hailey respectfully informed, "This was personally made by Philip and it's for Mr. Gomez."

"Philip sent it?" Lela said curiously as she let go of Sylvester's hand and ran over, picked up the medicine, and sniffed it. "This is an anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving medicine, but I've already instructed the people at Apricot Grove Hall to make it."

Hailey dared not look at Sylvester. She withdrew her gaze from him and respectfully said, "Philip said that this is the same bowl you ordered from Apricot Grove Hall, but in addition to the anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving properties, he also added blood-enriching medicine. And he said that it's most suitable for Mr. Gomez."

Sylvester looked at the black medicine bowl, his brows furrowed, his expression was slightly cold, and his voice was icy cool as he said, "Take it away. I don't need it."

Lela smiled and brought it over as she sent Hailey away. Then she came to Sylvester with the bowl of medicine and handed it to him. She urged, "Sylvester, you need to take this medicine."

The bowl emitted a strong, strange, and bitter smell, which made Sylvester want to vomit. Moreover, it was a full bowl. Sylvester's brows furrowed even more. He waved his hand as he refused to take it, saying, "I won't."

Lela held the medicine and silently watched Sylvester.

Helpless, Sylvester had to reach out his slender hand, pick up the bowl full of medicine, and bring it to his lips. Looking at the black liquid inside, he held his breath and took a sip.

The taste of the medicine was extremely bitter, pungent, and astringent, which was almost unbearable.

Sylvester couldn't help but want to vomit. His face changed drastically, but because Lela was by his side, he didn't spit it out but forcedly swallowed it down.

But that was just the first sip, and there was still a full bowl of medicine waiting for Sylvester.

Sylvester had never taken such a disgusting medicine before. Philip must have deliberately retaliated against him.

He had gone too far.