Capítulo 130: Sick?

Draven brushed his fingers against her hair and tucked the strands that fell over her face behind her ear.

In that position, he sat with her in his arms throughout the night. He was unmoving, and despite the fact that his arms and fingers were sore, he still held her while caressing her hair nonstop. He figured that it calmed her down, so he wasn't going to stop. To him, it was the least he could do for her.

"Young master." Santino's voice sounded as a knock came at the door.

Draven's weary eyes glanced at the bright window and looked at the early morning blue sky. He allowed Santino in.

Santino opened the door and stepped inside. He walked over and took a bow.

"What…is the time?" Draven asked. 

Santino replied, "It's currently six thirty am, young master."

"I see." Draven let out a soft breath. "Please get the maids. I need them to take care—"