Chapter 443 He Likes the Meat in Her Mouth
Sylvester leaned against the kitchen counter, slightly leaning forward with a spatula in his hand.
Having taken off his coat for cooking, he was wearing a shirt of the same color.
Sylvester's facial features were deep and sharp, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth. He was tall and slender, perhaps of noble birth, exuding an air of aristocracy. Yet, his childhood experiences made him cold as ice, with an aura that kept people at a distance and a disdainful, cynical attitude. The blend of nobility and wickedness was vividly portrayed by him, without any sense of discord.
If there was any discord, it was the sight of him holding a spatula, cooking for Lela. It was hard to imagine such a person willing to deal with the smoke and grease for the woman he loved. However, Sylvester did not find it bothersome; instead, he felt a great sense of accomplishment, because he thought Lela needed him!
Sylvester stared at Lela, watching her stand outside the kitchen, bossing him around to do this and that. He knew she couldn't possibly eat that much and that she was using this as a way to avoid the punishment later that night, but he wasn't angry at all. On the contrary, Sylvester found her extremely adorable.
Sylvester thought that Lela belonged to him. Her hair like seaweed, eyes bright as stars, soft and slender hands, long legs, silky smooth feet, and even the faint fragrance around her—every part of her belonged to him.
Sylvester chuckled softly, squinting his eyes slightly as he glanced at Lela. "Alright, whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you."
With that, he turned around and leisurely began to prepare the ingredients. His every movement was done with utmost elegance, as if the ingredients in his hands were a work of art.
Lela was a bit stunned. She knew very well Sylvester's desire for her body, just as she enjoyed making love with him. It was a primal human desire.
In their previous lovemaking, Sylvester was eager and intense, as if he wanted to devour her, to merge her into his body. His strength was terrifying.
Lela thought, 'So, before achieving his goal, shouldn't he be quick in his actions? What does it mean for him to be so slow and unhurried? Perhaps, this is love!'
Lela looked at Sylvester's back and smiled sweetly.
Sylvester finished cooking until eight.
Lela sat beside Sylvester, eating heartily.
Lela muttered, "Delicious, your cooking is simply delicious."
No chef could match it, and her stomach had become spoiled by Sylvester's cooking.
Sylvester sat next to Lela, picking out fish bones. After picking them out, he placed the fish meat on the plate in front of Lela.
Lela had just swallowed a piece of beef when she saw Sylvester offering the fish meat. She looked up and turned to Sylvester. "Why aren't you eating?"
Sylvester smirked. "You eat."
Lela, puzzled, put the fish meat into her mouth.
Sylvester squinted his eyes and then said in a low voice, "I like what's in your mouth."
Lela stopped chewing, frowning. 'what?'
The next second, Sylvester grabbed the back of her head, forcing her to turn around. Her chin was tightly pinched, and as Lela opened her lips, the fish meat in her mouth was swept away.
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