The two were strolling down from the mall, with Sylvester lugging all the goodies while the bodyguards handled the rest. Anything they couldn''t carry was already sorted and would be delivered to Dragon Manor by the store clerks. L was sipping on a cup of juice, taking little sips as they walked. Sylvester held L''s hand, just like any regr couple.
He never would''ve imagined this in the past. He used to live wild and free, making bold and ruthless moves, showing no mercy to his enemies. No one dared to mess with Sylvester, the leader of the Dragon Gang, because his methods were downright brutal.
The blood research institute was set up just for Charley; if they couldn''t cure the gic disease, at least they could ease Charley''s suffering.
Sylvester once thought he''d live and die alone. He was a monster from hell, never expecting anyone to stick around. But now, with L suddenly in his life, it felt like there was finally some light.
L was giving him a taste of normalcy, making him want to live like a regr person. And it wasn''t a bad feeling at all.
Sylvester pulled L into his arms for a hug. "Babe, what else do you want? I''ll buy it all for you."
L looked up at him, thinking for a moment. "We got a phone, diamonds, bags, and a bunch of other stuff. I can''t think of anything else. But if you insist, maybe next time?"
Sylvester chuckled, his eyes softening. "You''re pretty smart. You''ve gotten used to taking advantage of me."
L pouted, "Have I?"
Sylvester yfully nipped at her ear. "Sophia! How did I not know you''re the chief designer of Starlit Group? Do you think my money grows on trees?"
L didn''t seem bothered; she just changed the subject naturally. "Aren''t you proud? I''m pretty awesome, right?"
Sylvesterughed softly, his tone full of affection. "You''re amazing. If you couldst a bit longer in bed, you''d be even more incredible." Every word wasced with his unique brand of teasing. L felt helpless. Seeing her blush, Sylvester teased her more, "Why do you blush so easily?"
L yfully punched his chest. "Shameless." She was in a weak period, and her punch felt like a gentle tap to Sylvester.
He held her hands, feeling concerned. "You don''t have the strength, yet you still hit me. Doesn''t your hand hurt?"
L yed along, tilting her head. "Sylvester, I''ve been home these days, and I want to eat your cooking. I''m tired of the head chef''s food; I only want what you make."
"No problem. Let''s go buy some ingredients," he said with a smile.
The mall''s basement had an international supermarket, stocked with imported and carefully cultivated ingredients.
The bodyguards in the shadows were wide-eyed. "Sylvester actually going to a supermarket? That''s rare," one of them sighed.
Mildred kicked him. "Follow Sylvester! Hurry up!"