Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 26 How to Write Your Name

Lela sat on the steps in front of the villa. The sunlight outside was glaring, and Michael stood beside her, squinting to block the sun for Lela.

She had heard that too much sun exposure could make one tan, and more importantly, it could lead to skin cancer. Since the boss went to the Ironfist Holding Center, it was Michael's duty to protect Miss Lela in the mansion, so he had to do a good job to live up to the boss's expectations.

Watching the person in front of her who blocked the sun, Lela was speechless. She lifted her foot and gave a kick. She needed the sunlight.

And just like that, Michael flew out, rolling down the steps like a spinning top, finally landing face-down on the grass under the steps.

He laid there for a while and then propped himself up with his hands, only to see a pair of leather shoes. His gaze moved upward, taking in the slender legs and then the extraordinary handsome face of his friend. Sylvester had just gotten out of the car and taken a step when he saw Michael rolling down the steps like a ball. He furrowed his brows, his eyes icy cold. "What are you doing?"

Michael clung to Sylvester's leg, pouting, "Master! Miss Lela kicked me."

Sylvester kicked back and Michael fell to the ground, rolling a few more times. He couldn't believe it as he got up from the ground, feeling dazed, wondering where his protector had gone.

Sylvester paid no attention to Michael and walked towards the steps. Lela sat on top, resting her chin on her hands and enjoying the sunlight. When she saw Sylvester, she stood up, opened her arms, and rushed towards him. Sylvester was embraced tightly. He picked up Lela, and they walked inside. Lela hugged Sylvester tightly and kissed his cheek. In that moment, Sylvester felt an immense sense of fulfillment. "Were you waiting for me?" He had seen Lela sitting on the steps from afar, small and delicate, like a puppy waiting for its master to come home.

Lela nodded and hugged him even tighter. Sylvester chuckled.

Dr. Watson had just come out of Charlie's room and witnessed this scene. He felt that Lady Phoenix's image had been completely shattered in his mind. Where had the cool, edgy Lady Phoenix gone? Sylvester put Lela down and looked at Dr. Watson, "How is Charlie?"

Dr. Watson handed the examination report to Sylvester, "Master Sylvester, I conducted another examination. Young Master Charlie is doing well, with some minor external injuries that have already scabbed over." "External injuries?" Sylvester frowned.

He had rushed to Skya to find the Divine Doctor as soon as he heard about Charlie's accident, but he hadn't noticed any external injuries on Charlie's body.

Dr. Watson nodded, "Just some minor injuries, nothing serious. I'll have the nurse administer some nutritional fluids to him for the next few days. He should wake up soon." "Alright. Thank you."

Upon hearing this gratitude, Dr. Watson was pleasantly surprised. When had Master Sylvester of Central City ever been so humble?

Lela was also taken aback by this. It seemed that Sylvester truly doted on his younger brother.

Suddenly, there was a vibration against her thigh. Lela lowered her head and glanced at the screen.

"Lady Phoenix, Sylvester from Central City has raised the bid tenfold. Are you really not taking it?"

Lela frowned.

"No, I'm not taking it."

"...Well, that's a lot of money, just gone like that."

"Stop babbling."

From the corner of her eye, Lela caught a glimpse of Sylvester walking towards her. She nonchalantly deleted the message and switched to the anime channel. She felt the couch next to her sink and soon her phone was taken away.

"Look later, I'll save my number in there." Sylvester said as he added his own contact.

His phonebook displayed her number under the listing, "Little Thing".

Lela looked on, unhappy. She wasn't a little thing. She slapped Sylvester's phone in one swift motion.

Sylvester turned and saw Lela looking at him, seemingly displeased.

"What's wrong?" He smirked.

Lela pointed at the "Little Thing" on the phone, shook her head, with a hint of resistance in her eyes.

Sylvester chuckled, "Baby, that's my term of endearment for you, you know that?"

Lela looked at him innocently, her eyes clear as water. But he could tell, her displeasure at the nickname was persisting.

Sylvester raised his hand and ruffled her hair, suddenly curious. "How did you figure that out?"

Lela raised her hand, pointed at herself, then extended one finger, meaning that "Lela" was only one word. She then pointed at the font on his phone screen and raised two fingers, meaning there were two words. What he had typed was obviously not right.

Sylvester watched with interest as Lela used the difference in the number of words to deduce that the name in his phonebook was incorrect, and his heart skipped a beat, "How are you so clever, huh?"

Lela crossed her arms, raised her chin, wearing a slightly spoiled look. She was indeed clever. Took him long enough to notice...

"Hmph!" Sylvester grinned. He was really falling more and more in love with this little thing. Sylvester took back his phone and calmly looked at Lela, "Come, let me teach you how to write."

The little thing probably didn't know how yet.

Michael walked in, rubbing his buttocks. As soon as he entered, he heard this and promptly brought paper and pen.

It was a sunny day, with perfect sunlight. Speckles of sunlight seeped through the window, casting a serene and beautiful ambiance. Lela held the pen, and Sylvester held her delicate fingers from behind. And on the paper was imprinted: Lela.

The next morning, Lela quietly entered Charlie's room. Their eyes met, and Charlie stared in awe at the exceptionally beautiful girl before him. "Who are you?"

And how did she end up in his house?