Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Lela looked at Sylvester with folded hands. She retorted, "Married? You haven't even proposed yet."

Sylvester pinched Lela's chin, shook it from side to side, and looked down at her. He simply said, "Darling, twice."

"What?" Lela questioned and looked puzzled.

"You hinted twice for me to marry you," Sylvester stated as he withdrew his hand and pinched Lela's with his left hand. He stared deeply into her eyes with a smirk. "You actually want to marry me." Sylvester used a statement, not a question.

Lela blushed, withdrew her hand, and pushed his chest away. She awkwardly replied, "You're talking nonsense. Who's in a hurry to marry you?"

Sylvester leaned in close to Lela, bit her earlobe, and licked it. His voice was sexy and enticing as he said, "Alright, you're not in a hurry, but I am. When we leave the Divine Doctor Association's base, let's go get officially married, okay?" Sylvester wanted Lela to belong to him completely.

He wanted Lela to be his lawful wife.

Lela suddenly pushed him away and said, "According to article 1047 of the Marriage Law of Pliar country, the minimum age for marriage is set at twenty-two for males and twenty for females."

Sylvester disdainfully said, "Do you think this could stop me?"

Lela shook her head, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his chest. Listening to his strong heartbeat, she felt completely safe and more dependent on Sylvester.

She gently explained, "No, Sylvester. I want to be your wife, but I want to be your wife without distractions. Could you give me two years, wait until I'm twenty, and give me a modern and civilized wedding?"

Lela chose Sylvester. She slowly became willing to accept modern civilization to be with Sylvester.

She wanted to accept the baptism of God within the limits allowed by Pliar country law and officially become Sylvester's wife.

And now, Lela had many enemies to avenge. She couldn't the cruelty with which they had slaughtered her people, and she couldn't help but think of how she had been denied a happy life.

Lela had too much to do and too many people to avenge. She wanted to resolve all these and live peacefully and happily with Sylvester forever.

Sylvester looked down at Lela lying in his arms and lightly pinched her earlobe with his right hand. And it felt smooth and soft to his touch. Sylvester's lips curled up into a smile and made a solemn promise as he said, "Alright." Sylvester casually lifted Lela's chin and lowered his head to kiss her. He assured her, "I'll wait for the day you turn twenty."

When that day came, Sylvester would announce to the world that his wife was Lela Gomez.

Lela tilted her head to receive his kiss. Just as Sylvester was about to take the next step, Lela quickly grabbed his hand. "I'm hungry," she said.

Upon hearing Lela's words, Sylvester immediately let her go and saw Lela panting with mist in her eyes.

Lela was truly endearing.

Sylvester hadn't finished kissing her, and he was annoyed that Lela interrupted him.

Sylvester pinched Lela's chin fiercely. And he frustratedly asked, "Darling, are you doing this on purpose?"

Lela knew Sylvester wouldn't let her go hungry, so she used this to refuse him.

Seeing Sylvester staring at her intently with a hint of displeasure on his face, Lela stuck out her tongue, grabbed Sylvester's slender index finger, and began to act coy. She insisted, "I'm not lying. I didn't have breakfast." Lela had yet to have breakfast. Sylvester picked her up and carried her outside.

After a few steps, Sylvester realized he couldn't indulge Lela like this anymore.

He raised his hand and spanked Lela's buttocks hard.

"You dare spank me?" Lela said in disbelief and she didn't expect Sylvester to hit her. She hugged Sylvester's neck with one hand and rubbed her buttocks with the other as she stared at Sylvester. Sylvester actually spanked her buttocks.

Although Lela barely felt any pain, she still felt it was strange.

Sylvester didn't pamper Lela, and even in Lela's accusing gaze, he raised his hand again and spanked her again. He said righteously, "You didn't have breakfast. So you deserve it."

Lela felt embarrassed and angry, but she didn't want to give in to Sylvester's words. She taunted, "Go ahead. It doesn't hurt."

Sylvester faced Lela's accusing gaze and wanted to laugh, but he had to maintain a serious expression. He retorted, "It doesn't hurt? Then why did you rub your buttocks?"

With that, Sylvester spanked Lela's buttocks hard again.

Lela's slender legs hung around Sylvester's waist and kicked around. Her cheeks were red, and she struggled as she said, "Let me down. Let me down."

Sylvester immediately realized that Lela was afraid of him spank her buttocks. He raised an eyebrow, and his tone was fierce as he said, "If I catch you not having breakfast again in the future, I will punish you twice the number of times that I spanked you this time, and so on."

Lela was unhappy and stared at him. She said accusingly, "Tyrant. You're a tyrant."

Upon hearing this, Sylvester narrowed his eyes and raised his hand as if to spank her again. Lela widened her eyes, and just before Sylvester's hand came down, she tightly hugged Sylvester and pleaded as she said, "You're the best. Please don't spank me again. I won't skip breakfast from now on."

In terms of strength, Lela was far inferior to Sylvester.

Although Lela had never lost a fight, since she met Sylvester, she knew she couldn't beat him at all.

But even if she couldn't win, couldn't she act coquettish?

Indeed, as long as she acted coquettishly towards Sylvester, he couldn't bear to truly punish her. Sylvester pressed down on Lela's back and gently stroked her.

It was true that Sylvester couldn't bear to punish Lela.

Sylvester's right hand moved down and gently rubbed the spot where Lela had been spanked.

To others, this scene seemed like a playful interaction between them.

On the way, the servants watched this scene and couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh softly.

Lela leaned her chin on Sylvester's shoulder. Hearing the laughter, she felt her face hot. She then explained softly, "I didn't have breakfast because I was worried about you. I wanted to eat with you."

Sylvester's heart warmed, and the pressure of his hand became lighter. He said softly, "No one can harm me. No matter what, you must have breakfast from now on."

Sylvester felt that Lela's thoughts for him didn't disappoint his love for her.

Lela nodded heavily and promised Sylvester.

After breakfast, Lela went to Flora's residence.

Since Flora had attempted suicide by cutting her wrists and had her memories erased through hypnosis, she had been staying inside the Merlin of the Divine Doctor Association.

At this moment, the lush plum trees had not yet bloomed its blossoms.

In the Merlin, there was a pavilion where Flora, dressed in a light blue dress, sat on a bench with bandages still wrapped around her hands. She was doing handicrafts.

Lela walked through the shadows of the trees and stood under a plum tree. And then she looked at Flora as her eyes gradually turned red.