Chapter 440 My Darling, You Are the Only One in This World
Butler didn't expect that taking medicine would cause such a mess. For a moment, he was at a loss. He looked at Lela squatting on the ground, then turned to look at Sylvester's back, his face full of anxiety, and quickly called out, "Sylvester."
Lela's body was trembling uncontrollably as she slowly stood up and turned around.
Sylvester took a few steps, then remembered Lela's fragility.
"Damn it!" Sylvester cursed under his breath, stopped, handed the medicine to Butler, and then turned around.
Before Lela could see Sylvester's back, her arm was forcefully grabbed by Sylvester.
In a dizzying moment, Lela found herself leaning against the wishing well. She looked up to see Sylvester holding her tightly in his arms. Her eyes were brimming with tears as she looked at Sylvester's stern face and bit her lip, saying, "Sylvester."
Sylvester held Lela tightly, his eyes filled with anger. He said with low voice, "Lela, are you disgusted with me now? You say I'm annoying? Come on! Tell me more; what else do you find disgusting about me? Say it, and I'll change them one by one..."
Before he could finish his saying, Lela pulled him down by his tie and kissed him.
She mimicked Sylvester's usual gentle kisses, tracing the shape of his lips over and over, kissing softly, her body trembling slightly. It seemed that only this way could she calm Sylvester and her own insecure heart.
Sylvester squinted slightly, looking at Lela's trembling eyelashes. His large hand on her slender waist tightened slowly. The next second, he took control, kissing her passionately.
Lela could never withstand his kisses; they were too domineering. Yet, within that dominance was a tender sweetness, a perfect balance of soft and hard, making her dizzy. Gradually, Lela's legs went weak, as if she was about to collapse.
Sylvester held her, sensing that Lela was unable to bear. He let go of her and simply picked her up, raising his well-defined fingers to gently wipe the moisture from the corner of her mouth.
Facing Sylvester, Lela wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes welling up with tears.
Sylvester's heart ached terribly. He deliberately glared at her, his voice harsh. "Don't cry."
Lela said, "Who's crying? I'm not going to cry."
Lela unconsciously swung her legs, mimicking Sylvester, glaring at him with her beautiful eyes.
Sylvester could no longer maintain his cold demeanor. He carried Lela into the villa, sat on the sofa with her on his lap, looked down at her beautiful face, then gently caressed her soft cheek, sighing. "Lela, to be honest, I'm scared."
Lela froze upon hearing this.
Sylvester said, "You're a Mutant. To be honest, it shattered my cognition. The myriad of diverse individuals in the world are, in essence, quite similar in their makeup."
When their bodies had problems, there were doctors to treat them. They were like rag dolls; if their bodies broke, they could just be sewn up.
Sylvester said, "But you... my darling, you are the only one in this world."
Sylvester said, kissing Lela's smooth forehead. "What if something happens to you? What am I supposed to do?"
Dying was easy, but if he could grow old with Lela, he indeed wanted to have that kind of happiness.
Sylvester never planned to live long. Once the short-term medicine stopped working, he would end his life immediately. He had his pride; he wouldn't allow him to be disgraceful.But after meeting Lela, he wanted to live.
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