As the head rolled away, L watched John''s lifeless body. Her eyes reddened, yet augh escaped her lips.


    It wasn''t enough! Not nearly enough!


    A person like him deserved to be tormented to death.


    Sylvester saw the intense hatred lingering in L''s eyes, his left hand trembling slightly as he quickly embraced her. "L, do you feel better now?" She shook her head. "Not yet."


    Not minding the blood that covered her, Sylvester picked L up. "Okay, let me handle what''s next, alright?"


    L tilted her head, her cold gaze shifting from John''s figure to Sylvester, smiling innocently but with chilling undertones. "Okay."


    She then pointed to two figures in the bathtub. "And those two."


    Sylvester looked deeply into her eyes, ready to fulfill any request. With his lips barely parted, he whispered, "Alright."


    A cold smile yed on L''s lips as she wrapped her arms around Sylvester''s neck. "Sylvester, I want the powers behind them crumbled too."


    He raised his hand, gently stroking her back, calming her emotions. His eyes zed with fury, but his voice was softlypelling. "Alright, I''ll make it happen. Shall we go clean up now?" The dirty blood on her skin felt like a defilement.


    Carrying L away, they passed through the bathroom door; Sylvester nced sideways and spoke with a cold tone, "Did you catch all that?"


    Mildred and Ethan exchanged nces, then bowed their heads. "Yes, sir."


    Sylvester carried L back to their room to clean up while Ethan immediately ordered a lockdown of the top floor of the hotel, barring outsiders from entry.


    Meanwhile, Mildred mobilized her forces and headed to John''s stronghold.


    Just overnight, John''s gang in Cove crumbled.


    In the shower, the couple stood exposed to one another, their bloodstained clothes tossed aside into the hamper.


    Sylvester''s left arm wrapped around her waist, his right hand gently washing away the blood from her hair, her face, and her body.


    L stood on the balls of her feet atop his, her slender arms lightly holding him and her eyes downcast. She was lost in thought.


    There was no trace of desire in Sylvester''s eyes as he meticulously and tenderly washed L.


    His amber eyes reflected nothing but heartache.


    This was the first time L remained silent in his presence.


    Before, in simr moments, she would have concocted yful ways to steal kisses.


    It was also a first for him to feel this helpless, unsure of how best tofort the little one he cherished most in life.


    Yes, L loved his kisses the most.


    Sylvester cradled the back of L''s head with his right hand, urging her to look up at him. He bent down to capture her soft lips, prying them open with gentle insistence. His warm tongue slid in, coaxing her smaller one into a tender dance an intimate waltz of swirling and turning. It was a gesture so tender, it came with a whisper of a caress.


    L wrapped her arms around Sylvester''s waist, tilting her head back, her chest pressing firmly against him as she trembled ever so slightly in his embrace.


    "Sylvester."


    "Tell me, baby. Can you tell me what it is?"


    Her silence left him feeling anxious.


    L suckled on his lip before speaking, "Sylvester, I want to visit Flora."


    For the first time, Sylvester suppressed the surge of jealousy within him, pulling away from her lips to stare into her eyes. "Okay."


    After carefully cleaning up, Sylvester took a towel and dried L''s body with meticulous attention, making sure not even spaces between her toes were missed as if he were handling a precious antique vase.