JoyReadChapter 167 Sylvester - There Are No Miracle Workers in This World Steam wafted through the bathroom, enshrouding the capacious circular tub filled to the brim with hot water. Lela lay back against the edge, her gaze slightly intoxicated and her fair skin alluring in the mist. Her hands cradled Sylvester's head, now nestled against her chest, her delicate fingers weaving through the softness of his hair.
Sylvester, encircling Lela's slender waist with his arms, sensed his rationality waning as he stirred up tumultuous waves on the otherwise tranquil surface of the bathwater. "Sylvester." He broke the kiss, his voice husky, "Yes, Darling." "Sylvester, I am Miss Phoenix, and thus far, I haven't encountered a miracle worker who could assist you." She didn't want to keep secrets from him any longer; she felt the need for honesty.
At her words, a shiver went through Sylvester. With his actions retaining their fervor, he gradually lifted his head, even though his hands didn't cease their movements. Lela was the hacker, Miss Phoenix? The one who never took his requests despite his orders? No wonder she was so incredible at coding.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLela, her eyes half-closed, intoxicated by the sensations Sylvester stirred within her, assured him, "But don't worry, as long as you're with me, nothing bad will happen to you." Watching the exquisite face nestled in his hold, Sylvester's deep-set eyes faintly glimmered with red.
After a moment, he smirked as if a weight had lifted from his shoulders.
No miracle workers in this world? Sylvester's gaze dropped, concealing currents of inner turmoil.
Whether those challenges existed or not, he accepted it. Even if his twas limited, he was resolute in ensuring that whatever moments remained were filled with happiness, carefree living, and joy for Lela. That, to him, was sufficient. After a while, he carried Lela from the bathroom, feeling refreshed. Observing her weary expression and inhaling the subtle, intoxicating scent of her skin, a smile played on Sylvester's handsface.
He paused, just short of the last step.
But Lela had already felt it.
After tonight, it would be tto prepare for their return journey.
Ensuring Lela had a restful night, Sylvester gently laid her on the bed and kissed her forehead. He then made a call for someone to deliver clothes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnce neatly dressed and having arranged Lela's garments, Sylvester left the hotel room.
There were shipments sneaking into Pilar County's territory that needed his attention to reshuffle the power dynamics.
The regulations dictating the casino's internal order also awaited his directives for revisions.
Weary from her tin the bathroom, Lela succumbed to a brief slumber.
As she slowly opened her eyes, she fixed her gaze on the gentle glow of per gaze, the bedside lamp. Her mind replayed the boldness of Sylvester's hands and lips in the shower-so daring, even by the standards of her own forest town upbringing. Was this what love felt like?
Lela lay under the covers for a moment longer, turning her head to find Sylvester's figure absento m Blinking she decided it was tto get up. It seemed to be approaching evening; hunger gnawed at her, and she yearned for the flavor of Sylvester's cooking.
Sitting up in bed, the towel she was wrapped in slipped down. A blush warmed her cheeks as she om remembered Sylvester carrying her syver out wrapped in it. Drawing a deep breath and pushing aside the tenderness in her legs, she dressed and headed out to find him. Stepping into the hallway, she cto an abrupt halt upon seeing a disheveled woman bursting from a room at the far end of the corridor. Her eyes widened-it was Flora.
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