Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303: Memories in the walls of the castle_Part 3

Belle did not set eyes on her son for the rest of the day, and she fought the urge to go and look for him, to see if he was all right, even though she knew he was.

Rohan had been busy since this morning when they woke up. After he had given her the candy-like medicine to avoid pregnancy and had held her in his arms for a while in bed, talking softly with her, he had been informed by Rav that the councilmen were here to see him.

Rohan had looked reluctant to leave her side, groaning in displeasure and clearly unwilling to get out of bed. For a moment, it seemed like he wouldn’t be going at all, until Rav came back a second time to inform him that the guests were already in the study and waiting.

Cursing the entire generations of the councilmen who had come to disturb his morning, he had pushed himself off the pillow, then turned to find her smiling in amusement at his reluctance to leave.

In the blink of an eye, he pounced on her and pinned his weight on her body. "Let me give you something to smile about," he murmured, and then he began to tickle her.

Belle had laughed uncontrollably, squealing and writhing as she tried to get away from his tickling hands

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! I’ll stop, Rohan! Ahh!" she gasped between laughter, her eyes watering with tears before he finally stopped tickling her.

Then, with a sudden shift from playful to passionate, he had kissed her, hard, capturing her lips in a deep, consuming press. His mouth moved against hers with possessive hunger, molding and shaping until her moan slipped out against his lips.

"I hate to leave you, my love," he said against her kiss-swollen lips, brushing his thumb over them before pecking them again more gently, "but these bastards won’t get off my back until they see me."

He rolled off the bed and walked into the space used for taking a bath behind a well-decorated wooden divider, where he took a quick cold bath. She had watched from the bed as he moved around, dressing and wiping his hair afterwards.

"Why are the councilmen here today?" Belle had asked out of curiosity.

He had shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "Rogue attacks, probably. Some vampires must have messed with the wrong person and ended up getting a visit from a rogue. Tsk, and being the Duke, they brought the report to me." He flashed her an innocent smile as his fingers moved swiftly over his shirt buttons.

She wanted to ask how he knew about the attacks, but she was too distracted watching him dress. He wore fitted black trousers and a black shirtsleeve, the fabric clinging just enough to hint at the muscle beneath. With unhurried ease, he folded the sleeves up to his elbows, exposing strong, tanned forearms dusted lightly with fine hair.

He didn’t bother with a comb, just raked his fingers through his damp strands in a careless, masculine way that somehow made him look even more effortlessly striking. By the time she parted her lips to ask her question, he had finished dressing and came around the bed.

Leaning down, he brushed his warm lips against her forehead and whispered,

"I will see you later. Go eat breakfast, no need to wait for me."

Caressing her cheek gently with his thumb, he moved back and then left the room.

The moment the door closed softly behind him, Belle felt alone again, and the silence in the castle became deafening. The rain had stopped at dawn, but the atmosphere remained damp and cold. Apart from the softly burning fireplace, which emitted the occasional crackle, there was nothing else to hear.

Now standing before the window of the chamber, which happened to overlook Rohan’s Dead Garden, she gazed at the long rows of apple trees. Many of the fruits lay rotten on the ground, their decaying scent carried faintly by the wind. The breeze here was so different from the gentle one at the cottage, colder and heavier, swaying the leaves of the trees in slow motions.

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