Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 62: The story behind the letter_Part 1

Rohan did not do more than kiss her, a short kiss, and give her the bite mark. He only moved her aside and laid on her bed with his hands supporting the back of his head on the pillow, his eyes closed, but for some reason she could tell he wasn’t sleeping. His tall, muscled figure stretched on her bed like that made the bed seem much smaller than it was, and she wondered if he planned to spend the night in her chamber tonight.

She stared at him for a while, the heat in her body barely going down even though he wasn’t touching her, and she could still feel the dampness on her petticoat where he had taken into his mouth, and the recollection of it brought a burst of sensation to her already heating body. She had somewhat expected something more than a bite on the neck, and she could not place a hand on her feelings if it were disappointment or relief that he didn’t continue and stopped.

Not knowing what to do, she carefully laid on the other side of the bed facing the ceiling just like he did, but her eyes were wide open. She did not think she would be able to sleep knowing he was on her bed where she could hear his soft breathing and feel his presence like a shadow, his scent clinging in the space and she drew it in with each breath. He was a man whose presence could never go unnoticed or ignored even when he did nothing.

Belle tried to place a finger on her strange feelings and the intense curiosity that had begun to grip her of the carnal knowledge, not just that, but the intense curiosity to know more about the man now sleeping next to her.

Now that he laid here with her, she wondered if she were to take the risk to question him if he would answer her. What if he got up and left like he had a few days ago when she questioned him about his scar? Belle thought, not knowing that he had compelled her to forget, but then it had not worked, something that had never happened before as every human was easy to compel.

Biting the inside of her cheek, she stole a glance at him and saw his serene profile like he was indeed sleeping. Was he really sleeping? She wondered as she pushed herself on one elbow to see his face to know if he was or if he wasn’t asleep. She leaned towards him, but his eyes flew open immediately, startling her into drawing back and laying back on her own pillow at the same time she pulled the sheet over her chest to hide her barely clad body.

He wasn’t sleeping! She screamed in her head as she felt him turn in her direction completely. "What?" came his hoarse, deep voice that questioned her.

Rohan wasn’t sleeping; he hadn’t planned to sleep in her room or anywhere else. He rarely slept, carrying a deep belief that if he dared close his eyes, someone would try to stab him in his sleep. He had let his guard down once—when she was sick—sleeping in another’s presence for the first time.

He only wanted to close his eyes for a moment, to quiet his spinning head, and to make sure she was truly asleep before he left, so there wouldn’t be a repeat of that night when she had gotten sick, mud clinging to her legs. He didn’t know what her nightmare meant, but he wanted to be certain of something while she slept—and to take quiet pleasure in the sound of her heartbeat.

But the bunny had been shifting and peeking at him while her heart kept misbehaving and keeping his mind from relaxing like he planned to do. He liked the beat of her heart as it beat unlike any other and gave him a false sensation that it was coming from within him. But then he could tell she wanted something from him.

Belle, who had pulled the sheet to her nose as if to hide, heard his question and swallowed hard as she didn’t know where to start with her questions. He was a mystery she wanted to uncover, not for any reasons, but because she wanted to. She had told herself that she would never allow her curiosity to get the best of her or push her into getting caught up in her husband’s web, but it seemed she had slowly started getting caught in it.

She didn’t know for how long this marriage would last for and when everything would come to a scattering end and she would be back in Aragonia, but she wanted to take the time she had to understand this man and why he was so feared when he didn’t seem all that bad. She wanted to so much hate him rather than any feelings so it would be easier to turn her back on this life like it had never happened when that time comes, but then...

Slowly pulling the sheet down from her face, she gingerly turned in his direction and saw that he was watching her with his dead expression. He laid now on his side with his head resting on his bent elbow, her heart seemed to miss a beat when she came face to face with him.

"You want to say something?" Rohan asked, his eyes trailing to her lips for a moment and then to her face. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Belle nodded her head. She adjusted her head on the pillow and hugged the sheet to her chest as she curled. The bed was big enough to leave a great amount of space between them; however, it didn’t make it less daunting to speak to him this up close with his eyes glued on her, never blinking or shifting.

Choosing the question she would first ask carefully, Belle began to speak. "I found something in the room yesterday evening," she said as she pulled the old parchment out from under her pillow where she had placed it this evening after she reread it again to find if there was any clue that would lead her to the identity of who the letter was sent to or had written it, but there was none. She handed it to Rohan who, frowning, reached out his hand and took it from her, his gloved finger brushing hers in the process.

Belle watched him flip it open with one hand and brought it to his face to read it. The frown on his face disappeared, and she thought she saw his expression harden like steel but was quick to turn blank again, and he brought the parchment down from his face to look at her.

"What about it?" he asked almost with a bored, uninterested voice, which she had somehow expected from him, but couldn’t also believe he was unaffected by the words written in the parchment that had almost brought her to tears. Was his heartlessness to that extent? She wondered as she pursed her lips and replied,

"Do you know who wrote it or sent it? I found it in a hole on the side of the fireplace and couldn’t help but wonder how it got there."

"Tsk," he clicked his tongue, the corner of his lip twitching slightly. "What exactly were you doing there, little wife? Crawling around on your hands and knees like a curious rodent? Did the fireplace whisper secrets to you, or were you hoping to dig up buried treasure and ended up finding this?" he remarked, flinging the parchment towards her with a casual toss. He couldn’t help but really wonder how she found it when it was so hidden.

Belle quickly grabbed the piece of parchment and hugged it to her chest as she glared at him. "I wasn’t crawling around. My earring rolled into the hole, and when I tried to reach for it, I ended up pulling out this," she said, looking down at it and reading it again before she lifted her head to him. "Do you know who lived in this room in the past?" she inquired.

"Yes," he replied with a deadpan voice and a bored look on his face.

Belle’s eyes widened as she pushed herself up on an elbow, "Really? Who was it? Is he still alive?" she questioned, the eagerness in her voice obvious enough to make the man beside her arched a brow. "What makes you think it’s a he?"

Belle was taken aback, "Is it a she then?" She asked. "Tell me who it is."