บท 181: Talented Manipulator

"No one touched me." Samantha instinctively covered the slight scar with her palm, and her lashes fluttered briefly while trying to make up another excuse. "I was fondling one of the bloomed roses in the garden, and I accidentally scarred my skin with a hidden thorn. I…. Didn't think you'd take such a miniscule matter that seriously."

"Oh miniscule, you call it miniscule?" Ivan arched an offensive eyebrow at her, his hardened gaze transfixed between the fresh scar and his little lamb's face, and even when she tried to turn the conversation into a light joke, he still wasn't smiling concerning how she had placed her sentence. "As long as it concerns you don't ever expect me to take it lightly. I take every part of you just as seriously, now be a good little lamb and let me see for myself how deep it is, I still smell blood on you, did it make you bleed?"

"Ivan…"