Chapter 161: His Gentle Side
When Ivan returned to his Chamber some minutes later, he found his little lamb all curled up like a ball in his bed. She had buried herself in his duvet, and her small frame was outlined by the blanket. When he approached his bedside, he no longer perceived the tempting scent of her blood but instead, a sweet floral scent that was pleasantly familiar to his nostrils.
Dropping the cup of warm tea on the bedside table, Ivan gently pulled the blanket to reveal his little lamb’s face, but she gave no reaction to his presence. Her eyes were squeezed shut, eyebrows creased in agony, and she was still curled in that position, it made him want to take her in his arms again. He hated the idea of bothering her, but if bothering her presently would make her get better, then he was more than willing to take that option.
"Little Lamb." He gently called, his hand reaching for her face as his fingers caressed her cheek, but when she gave no response to him, he called her name for the second time, but it sounded more persuasive than the first, whilst she had to answer as it was a familiar tone of his she couldn’t dare to ignore. "I need you to sit up, now. I’ll help you up."
He extended his hand for her to take, and Samantha, who eventually opened her eyes to see his proffered hand stretched out for her to take, had no choice but to accept it. He kind-heartedly assisted her to sit up, and when she eventually obliged, he reached for the cup on the table and handed it to her. "Here, drink this."
Samantha glanced at him before moving her questioning eyes to the porcelain cup he was holding. "What... what is it?"
"Raspberry leaf tea." He answered before gesturing for her to take it from his hand, "it’ll relieve you, don’t stop until you finish it." He instructed calmly.
At this point, Samantha was willing to take anything that would help her deal with the cramps, and when he mentioned raspberry leaf tea, she didn’t hesitate to take it from his grip, whilst she quaffed downed the warm liquid down her throat. Just as he instructed, she didn’t stop till she had consumed the warm tea.
Ivan’s concentrated gaze lingered on her till she emptied the cup, and when she made attempts to drop it, he received the cup from her and kept it down on the table himself. Seeing her sit up, Ivan understood why he no longer perceived the strong scent of her blood. Her change of clothes and the sweet fragrance that overshadowed her scent made him conclude that she had washed up when he left, but then, a frown dawned on his expression as if he just realized something.
"Don’t tell me you used cold water."