Chapter 122

"That would be a waste," the Old man said, folding his arms and waiting for her whip.

"I am so serious with what I just said. '' She said, raising her whip and aiming it at him. She expected him to dodge but he didn't. The old man took the hit on his arm. Seeing blood sipping down his arm, she halted "Why didn't you dodge?" She shouted at him with tears dripping down her eyes. She felt his pain on his behalf, all their years of marriage, she had never seen him bleed. Seeing him bleed now by her hit, she got terrified. This is how Love could be so confusing, a few minutes ago she was angry to the point she wanted to get him injured. Now she succeeded and she was sulking about it.

Seeing this the Old man smiled, he had intentionally accepted it. He had his reason but he never knew this would make her cry. Now he was helpless "I thought this was what you wanted?" He asked, moving closer to her.

(Pushes him away) " I wanted a fair fight, you intentionally didn't avoid the hit now I got you injured."she said, sounding displeased.

(Laughing) " I needed the hit , I took it for love"

Looking closely she could see that the spot wasn't healing, so she began to panic. "Why isn't it healing?'" she asked

"I designed it myself, the whip is made for immortals. I made it in a way that anyone who gets injured by the whip would get healed"

"What?!" She shouted in horror. "Why didn't you tell me this?" She asked, sounding very angry.

"I never knew you would ever use it" he said with a sigh

"Then why did you gift it to me?" She couldn't understand it, normally when you give someone a gift, you would love to see that the person makes use of it. So what does he mean by such a statement?

"As a sign of love" he replied (sigh) "who would have thought that you would one-day use the whip on me?" He said, sounding very depressed.

She wasn't buying his acting at all, she knew him very well."Then I would use it on myself," she said, raising the whip to flog herself. The Old man seeing this frowned. He was just playing with her and she took his words to heart. He immediately held the whip "What are you trying to do?"

"What does it look like?" She asked, looking at him with disgust. He knew what she wanted to do but here he was asking.

"I was joking just now, my wound would heal. I just delayed the process of healing so that it would leave a scar. This is the first time we had a Love spar, so I want to keep the scar as a reminder" He said smiling.

"Love spar?" She asked, she had read it in one of the historical books. Now she was trying hard to recall what she read, recalling it she began to blush. " You are so shameless," she said, hitting him on his injured arm.