Chapter 25: Secret Of The Wooden Door
Samantha’s eyes narrowed with her lips pouted, but it was barely noticeable. She was tempted to know where he was going, but she dared not question him. When he gave her a single glance, Samantha immediately lowered her head in a bow, reminding herself she was a slave that had no privilege to be maintaining eye contact with her master.
For strange reasons, her heart wouldn’t stop beating, not when she felt those crimson eyes boring a hole into her skin. Her emotions were complex, but she will feel much better if he wasn’t around, at least those prying eyes will stay away from her.
"I’ll be away for three days." She heard him say, and her ears immediately perked up in delight, but before Samantha could say anything in return, she heard the door open, followed by his cat that got up and went after him, and then the door closed shut afterwards, signaling his exit.
Just like that?
Samantha was at loss. She looked at her wrist that wasn’t chained this time around and thought to herself. He might have freed her since he won’t be back until three days time, but if he won’t be around to monitor her movements, this could be her only opportunity to find the best area of escape.
As far as she knows, no one else has their Vampire eyes on her, so she should be safe until his return.
Opening the door quietly after a minute passed by, Samantha stepped out of the room to begin action, but what she didn’t expect was to find Ivan waiting with his back resting on the wall. Like a child caught in the middle of doing what she wasn’t supposed to do, Samantha flinched back with her eyes round in shock.
His unforseen presence had startled her to the point she nearly ran back inside, but if she did so, he would catch up on her plan.
"Lord... Lord Ivan." She immediately tried to compose herself, but she knew it was of no use. Not with a man like him.
"You there." Ignoring his little lamb, he quietly snapped his fingers, gaining the attention of a passing maid. When the servant who was going up the stairs to the fourth floor halted in her steps, she quickly turned to the Lord who had called for her attention.
Samantha looked surprised when it turned out to be Lucy. Unlike how they interacted, Lucy’s head was deeply lowered in a bow as she stood before Lord Ivan, not daring to look at his elegance.