"Ouch! Mr Sinclair, you will break a million hearts after pulling that stunt!"
Syna at first pretended to get hurt as she placed her right hand on heart and playfully acted 'ouch', which caused Sinclair to laugh out loud.
Syna took a spoonful of chocolate ice cream from her caramel scoop and licked the spoon clean, the poor Lord was already having trouble in keeping himself cool and now everything was getting beyond his limitations.
"Can I have a spoon from yours, honey? After all it is because of you that I blurted out this flavour, it's very bitter."
Syna stuck her tongue out as she mimicked the expressions for bitter taste, her brows were brought together nearly touching each other.
"Hey! It is not my fault at all, you wanted to prove yourself and in that failed attempt you bought this...this thing!"
Sinclair tried to reason out innocently as he casually spoke while putting all the blame into the little lady.
"Okay, okay, I admit it was all my naivety that I got stuck with this flavour, but can't you give me a single spoon?"
Syna made puppy eyes as she faced Sinclair, batting her lashes towards him. The mighty Lord was already whipped by the poor soul was being tortured now.
"D-don't do that. Here have it."
Sinclair blushed as the Lord's face became red and he covered his mouth with his hand upside down, he shoved his cup towards Syna which had two large chocolate scoops, with multi colored sprinkles resting on the dark chocolate chips.
"Ah! It is indeed delicious comparatively to mine. Oh my! You are so generous honey!"
Syna immediately plunged forward and held the cup, the lady took a spoonful and licked it clean. Sinclair stole a glance at her which was certainly a bad idea, her mere act of licking the spoon aroused the Lord at once.
Sinclair immediately placed his right leg onto left one and inhaled deeply as he clenched his fist and gently banged it onto the table, while Syna almost finished the cup.
"What happened to you? Why are you sweating when the air conditioner is blowing."
Syna questioned after witnessing Sinclair's condition, a few shiny beads were resting at his broad forehead.
"N-nothing. You just eat carefully, your mouth is getting stained by cream."
Sinclair tried to point out Syna about the chocolate cream that was smeared at the corner of her lips, as he pointed out on his own face to guide her.
"Here?"
Syna made an O-shaped face as she pointed towards the left side of her lips as she questioned him.
"No, to the right side."
Sinclair's eyes followed her hand as he guided her to the exact spot.
"Oh!"
Syna's fingers touched the cream and she pulled out a cut of tissue to wipe off the smeared chocolate, when a sudden pang of pain rose in her stomach.
"Owh!"
She felt as if her stomach was being pierced into two by a sharp knife, Syna dropped the spoon and it banged onto the table as she held her tummy with right hand. A weary growl left her lips which alarmed Sinclair at once as he stop up from his seat.
"What happened? Syna say something, what happened? Are you feeling pain somewhere?"
Sinclair moved forward towards Syna and held the lady by shoulders, while three lines graced her forehead.
Syna couldn't speak a single word rather another pang of pain combined with a feeble growl left her rosy lips.
"Ah! My stomach. I-I want to go home, p-please."
She faced Sinclair and pleaded the lord as a tear crawled down her cheek at once.
"Yes sure. Hurry up and try to stand, can you walk?"
Sinclair supported his bride and Syna stood up from her seat with hand resting on her tummy. For a split second something crossed her mind and she glanced back at the white chair which was slightly stained with red blood.
She felt as if her hands and feet went numb and cold, Syna plopped back into her chair with a thump and many colors crossed her mind, the lady looked worrisome.
"Why you sat again? Is everything fine? Syna, talk to me, girl!"
Sinclair immediately crouched down at her knees and held her face with both hands, his voice sounded half yelling but clearly laced with worry.
"I-I can't get up, the chair had became stained with blood. But I still want to go home, my stomach is hurting."
Syna spilled the beans without hesitation because the pain was becoming unbearable.
Sinclair acknowledged at once what Syna meant to say because the lord was aware of that problem, his so called sojourn with Elmore and Madeleine saved him that day.
"You don't have to worry about a mere stain, get up and I will take care of that. Now get up so we can go back home."
Sinclair stood up and stretched his arm out to offer Syna his hand.
The lady trusted the lord and with his support she got up from the white chair and within a blink the blood stain was gone. Sinclair moved his both hands behind her back and a long black colored cloth appeared, which be hung around her shoulders to cover up her stained dress.
"Now take small steps and come out with me."
Sinclair supported her and they both walked towards the exit, behind them the amount paid for the ice cream along with the tip was resting beneath the book shaped menu card.
"I shouldn't have eaten the ice cream, my stomach is hurting badly."
Syna was almost on the edge of sobbing and regretted her decision of visiting the ice cream parlour.
"It's okay, it happens. A few warm things and a heating pad would provide you relief, once we get home."
Sinclair pushed the door as Syna stepped out and both board the Bentley, which was parked a few steps away from the entrance.
As soon as Syna crept in, she threw her head on the headset as her right hand was still on her tummy. The excruciating pain was increasing because of cold ice cream she had eaten. It was unbearable for the lord to see his bride wincing in pain.
"Hurry up and drive fast."
Syna's feeble cry spinned Sinclair's heart, he felt the need to shrink the distance and it was certainly possible for the lord to attempt such a stunt with the help of his magic.
"Close your eyes, we will reach in two minutes."
Sinclair leaned in and placed his hand on Syna' eyes. What she heard sounded impossible because they were miles away from 'MacLaverty manor'.
"What!?"
It was all she said in doubt and disbelief when Sinclair removed his hand from her alluring green eyes and Syna found herself sitting on the edge of the bed.
"See, I told you it would take less than two minutes. Now settle in bed and rest, I will bring Madeleine to attend you."
Sinclair crouched down again and helped Syna to pull her legs up in the bed, as the lady sat while tucking her head with the back of the bed, on the cream colored sheet and Sinclair settled the two pillows behind her back.
"But I -I...the sheet will get stained too. Please call Madeleine first."
Syna acknowledged her surroundings at once and inferred that it was Sinclair's room not hers, and the lady didn't want to mess up the things in his resting chamber.
Thus, she demanded the presence of Madeleine first to provide her the accessories before she plop into the bed. Her words made the situation awkward which brought redness on the faces of the duo, it was definitely not the first time they were facing this, but in the previous Syna never asked for help from Sinclair unlike how she behaved at the very spot.
"Don't worry about my bed sheet it's not more worthy than your level of comfort, but if you still feel bad about it, then I can do something for you."
Sinclair's words were filled with love and sincerity as he twitched his finger and muttered something which changed the color of cream bed sheet to black, to hide the stains of blood.
The lord was willing to do everything for his bride and it was a mere trick he pulled out not to let his bride feel guilty of staining a mere bed sheet, which of course was costly because of the embroidery on it but not more than his beloved wife.
"Do you need something? I'm going to call Madeleine."
Sinclair questioned while fixing his eyes on Syna, who seemed to reply him with a forced smile.
"Oh! yes bring me some sanit....just call Madeleine."
She was about to tell him about the sanitary pads but got a hold of herself out of embarrassment as it was easier to converse with a lady about that matter rather telling your boyfriend.