Chapter 49: Visitors At Night
"Huh? You do?!" Samantha’s eyebrows shot up in pure amazement, and her lips subconsciously set themselves into a thin line. She wouldn’t be alive right now if Ivan hadn’t interceded on her behalf during the feast, and that Albert, why did he drag her into this royal mess in the first place? Was he either trying to shut her up permanently, or could there be more to it? That she didn’t know, but knowing Lord Ivan had more enemies had puzzledly caught her interest.
Already piqued by Ivan’s assertion, Samantha shifted closer to the man who turned his head to meet her inquisitive large round eyes. "Who... who is it?" She probed.
The light of the fire had turned brighter with a slight crackle, and it illuminated their faces with a golden warmth. Looking at her up-close made Ivan’s eyes travel down to the most dangerous part of her body, the part he had been trying so hard to avoid. Her white night dress hadn’t dried completely yet, making it look semi-transparent to outline the shape of her breast.
Averting his gaze with immediate effect, he couldn’t stop himself from swallowing hard. It’s been a long time since he studied a woman to this extent, and just thinking about her in that sinful manner made him want to jam his head into one of these rocks. Was this his punishment for avoiding women for too long? The magnetic pull of a woman, he always avoided it, but this little lamb, she was clumsily playing with fire.
"Lord Ivan?" Samantha’s eager expression dropped when she took notice of the slight frustration that was beginning to build in his demeanor. "You haven’t answered me yet."
"Ah..yes, actually, it’s a simple guess. Proper investigation will begin when we return to the palace, I’ll figure it out then." He quickly said as though he wanted to end the matter there and there, and he fixed his hesitant gaze back at the river.
Samantha continued to stare at the side profile of his handsome face, and she heaved a deep breath before returning her solemn gaze back to the water. "Wouldn’t the situation be easier to deal with if you’re crowned King? I mean, more than a decade has passed since the death of King Muzan, but no news of a new King taking the throne has been made."
"New King..."
Ivan tried to hold back a disdainful scoff at the mention of the word ’King’. ’God... How much I hate that word.’ thought Ivan as he let out a soft hiss.