Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Sylvester shot a sideways glance at Lela, grinning. "You know anything about wine etiquette?"

Lela pouted, "What's there to know?"

She'd picked up a lot about what high society calls manners from Lily the spirit back in Skya country. This wine stuff wasn't hard.

He looked at her, then speared a piece of steak and fed it to her, raising an eyebrow. "Babe, how's the steak?"

Lela nodded, mumbling through her mouthful, "Delicious."noveldrama

Anything Sylvester cooked was always amazing.

He looked pleased with himself and said arrogantly, "Of course it's delicious. My cooking's the best."

She sat on his lap, her slender legs swinging as she blinked at him.

He forked a piece of broccoli and fed it to Lela. As soon as she tasted it, she frowned

and looked like she wanted to spit it out.

Seeing this, Sylvester asked, "Not a fan?"

Lela shook her head. "Nope, I don't like veggies. Just give me meat."

Lela loved good food and wasn't usually picky, but veggies were a no-go.

"You don't just like meat, do you? You like me too," he teased.

Sylvester laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

She quickly chewed and swallowed the broccoli. "I was wrong. Veggies are good too."

She ate most of the dishes and then eyed the red wine longingly.

She really loved her drinks.

Seeing this, the servant poured her a glass. She said, "I want more, Emma."

Seeing her eagerness, Sylvester didn't stop her.

The servant, Emma Torres, smiled and poured more wine.

He handed the wine to Lela, still reminding her, "Don't overdo it."

She nodded obediently.

But as soon as she got the wine, she tilted her head back and downed it in one go.

She drank the whole glass of red wine in one shot.

Sylvester's eyes widened in shock, and the next second he reacted, quickly snatching the wine glass away. "Is that how you drink red wine?"

Emma, who was watching, laughed. Before working for the Gomez family, she'd trained in wine culture.

Lela was the first person she'd seen drink red wine like that.

A bottle of 1945 La Romanee Conti, worth $510,000, the most expensive red wine in the world, had been auctioned by Sylvester and kept in the wine cellar.

Today, Sylvester had specially taken it out, only for Lela to chug it without savoring it. But she was really cute.

Her face turned noticeably red, even her exposed hands started to turn red too, like a boiled shrimp.

She lay in his arms, smacked her lips, and said softly, "La Romanee Conti, from 1945, Sylvester, you have so many treasures. But who cares if it's expensive? I just want to... drink it all in one gulp."

The feeling of drinking so freely was too satisfying!

She didn't care about etiquette now; she just wanted to drink big gulps of wine.

"Don't you like me drinking like this?!" Lela asked, smiling coquettishly at Sylvester.

He wrapped his left arm around her slender waist, looking down at her in his arms, listening to her soft voice after drinking. She was clearly a lightweight but still wanted to drink.

He laughed in exasperation, pinched her cheek. "I like it! You can do whatever you want."