Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Mildred unconsciously swallowed, twitched at the corner of his mouth, and hurriedly said, "Lela, thank you for your concern. Besides feeling a bit dizzy, I'm fine." Since Mildred has been Sylvester's side for some time now, Lela had already considered Mildred as a companion.

Seeing that Mildred was back alive from the jungle, Lela's guilt went away, so she was very happy.

She remarked, "That's good. If Mildred died because of me, I would be heartbroken."

It was she who brought them in, so if something unexpected happened, she would feel guilty forever.

As soon as Lela said this, Mildred felt a chill down his back, beads of sweat started to form on his forehead, and he didn't dare to look at Sylvester in front of him. Mildred felt like he couldn't bear it anymore. So, he screamed in his mind and begged Lela not to say anything more or else, Sylvester would kill him.

Seeing Mildred sweating profusely, Lela was startled and quickly asked, "Mildred, why are you suddenly sweating?"

Sylvester looked at Lela's actions, and the coldness in his eyes decreased a bit.

Why was Mildred so nervous?

Lela glanced suspiciously at Mildred. After a minute passed, she couldn't understand and said, "It's strange that there's no residual poison in your body, but your pulse is 131 beats per minute. Mildred, what's really going on? How are you feeling?"

Could it be tachycardia?

At this moment, Mildred's body began to tremble.

He begged, "Lela, I'm begging you to stop. I almost died because of you. But if I don't die in the hands of the strangling vine, I'll die from your care."

Mildred knew very well about Sylvester's abhorrent possessiveness towards Lela.

Sylvester might even be jealous of Lela's relationship with Flora.

Again, he insisted, "Yes, just a little dizzy. I'm fine. There is nothing..."

As Mildred finished speaking, he clearly felt Sylvester's icy dagger-like gaze becoming even colder, as if it could pierce through his body. Confused, Lela agreed and then took out a tissue from the side and was ready to hand it to Mildred, but a large palm grabbed her hand.

That familiar sense of oppression instantly swept over Mildred's body. He unconsciously stepped back and sat directly on the chair behind him.

He looked up at Sylvester in front of him and chuckled as he said, "Mr. Gomez, I'm really fine."

Sylvester held the tissue, approached Mildred, and looked down at him with a fake smile. His voice was low with a hint of danger as he said, "You said you were dizzy. But you are sweating so much, and yet you say you're fine? Come on. Let me help you wipe it out."

Mildred quickly waved his hand. And nervously insisted, "No, how can I bother you? I will do it myself."

As he was about to reach for it, the next moment, Sylvester lifted his foot and discreetly stepped on the other foot as his slender fingers directly wiped the sweat out of Mildred's face with the tissue. Mildred cried, "Ouch."

At that moment, Mildred only felt pain. But he couldn't refuse Sylvester, which made him helpless.

After a while, Sylvester raised his hand, disdainfully threw away the tissue in his hand, and smirked at Mildred. He threatened as he said, "Are you still dizzy?"

Mildred quickly shook his head frantically. And replied, "No. No."

Mildred felt that this moment was the closest he had ever been to death.

Trenton, who was standing by watching all this, couldn't help but smile.