Chapter 341: A Little Lamb Taught Me
Excusing herself from everyone else, Samantha retired to her tent. She was pondering on why Ivan would suddenly ask to see her privately, but she halted when she caught sight of his striking figure standing just at the entrance of their tent flap. He waited patiently, and the earlier jealousy in his eyes was no longer there.
As if he sensed her presence, he turned around to look at her, and in his hand was a thick, forest-green shawl.
He was wearing a simple, but elegant cream-colored shirt tucked in long black pants, and when he smiled her way, Samantha felt her heart was going to melt into a puddle. There was nothing conniving about his angelic smile, it was as if his handsome face lit differently each time he saw her, whilst she felt even more prideful, and confident that Ivan would love her forever, till death do them part as people tend to say.
As she approached the vampire who prompted her forward, he extended his hand for her to take. Samantha placed her delicate ones in his, meeting his crimson eyes, and he effortlessly pulled her close. For a moment there, she had her thoughts centered on the fact that he wanted to punish her for merely praising someone whom she felt deserved it, but watching him gaze at her dotingly, she had a feeling she may have misinterpreted his intention.
"Don’t work your naughty mind too much, I’m not going to punish you, for now." He teased, catching in on her thoughts. "All I want to do now is pamper my lovely wife, and treat her right. However, praising another man with such adore in your eyes should never happen again. They’re mine alone, do you understand me?"
His cool fingers coiled around her chin, tilting her head up further, and all Samantha could do was nod her head obediently, as if stuck in a mesmerizing trance. The smoldering look in his eyes nearly sent her to her knees, but she managed to steady herself– his effect on her body, heart and soul was still the same as ever.
"How about a walk?" His virile voice made Samantha’s stomach tingle, and there was absolutely no way she could refuse such an offer. Nodding her head enthusiastically, Ivan gladly led her away from the many tents, and hand-in-hand, they took a leisurely walk on the safer side of the shore.
The cool night air enveloped them as they walked in silence, and the moon’s gentle glow illuminated the rhythmic waves that kissed the sand beneath their bare feet.
"We’ll be alright," Samantha spoke confidently as she met her husband’s stare, "won’t we?"