章 63: Haunted Dreams

"What are you–?"

"You must stay still, My Lord." Samantha politely instructed when she sensed he was about to peek at his back. "I learnt that it is best to apply when hot - painful, but more effective."

"Thank you but I am not asking for one thousand ways to die. Are you trying to burn my skin? This little lamb! " He asserted, glancing accusingly at the woman who pressed her lips tightly to stifle a laugh, and then he frowned. "Are you seriously laughing?"

"I wouldn't dare, My Lord." She lied and immediately cleared her throat. "Can you look away? The wax is getting cold and I need to apply it quickly. Glaring at me occasionally will not heal your wound, if I wanted to kill you I would bathe you in hot wax, so please be rest assured."

Ivan simply arched a brow, amused by her audaciousness.