Chapter 37.

Ivy gazed down at him and sighed. She placed her hand gently on his soft dark hair and stroked it.

She was surprised by everything, the tears, apologies, and hugs. Tarquin in his normal state would never do any of these things.

Ivy's hand went to her neck and she wondered who he mistook her for to result in such aggression. He looked so angry and traumatized. His reaction made Ivy confused and curious.

"What happened to you in the past?" Ivy mumbled as she stroked his hair gently. "Who hurt you?."

Ivy's breath stiffened when he clung to her waist more tightly and pressed his head on her.

She exhaled sharply and stayed in that position till he calmed down. It seemed like he finally fell asleep.

Ivy slowly removed his hands from her waist and laid him properly on the bed. She got down from the bed and picked up the wet towel.

She placed it inside the bowl which was in the drawer, luckily he didn't spill that water inside it.

After that, she recalled about her meeting with Daniel. She loo