Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 236: The unexpected guest_Part 1

After their painting session was over, Belle had woken up in their chamber alone, and when she had asked, she had been told Rohan had gone out without saying where he was going to anyone. She had wanted to see the finishing of the painting, but when she went back to the art room, that particular painting of her was not in the room. He had probably hidden it like he had said he would.

And for some reason, she was relieved to know that a painting of her with nothing on was not left on display in the room like the others, despite the fact that she was dead curious about the finishing.

She spent the evening of the day anticipating his return, but even after the sunset, he wasn’t back. She stood on the front porch, pacing the space as a form of exercise, as whenever she sat too long in one place, her back and legs ached terribly, and the doctor had advised that she walk around as much as she could manage.

Pacing the porch, she idly sipped from her medicine while she talked to her son, who kept kicking every now and then to make his presence known. He rolled around in her womb and jabbed at her ribs, making her hiss. At the sound she made, he immediately went still like he hadn’t meant to hurt her.

"It’s okay, darling. You didn’t mean to," she said with a sigh, her eyes going to the now darkened horizon where the sun had completely gone down and there were still no signs of her husband. Though he went out a few times, he never did during the day or even stayed out this long.

She went back inside as the evening cold began to settle in the atmosphere. She ate her dinner alone that night and went to bed angry that he had gone out without telling her where he was going. Didn’t he realize that she would be worried about his whereabouts? Belle thought as she lay on the bed, determined to wait for him and give him a piece of her mind for making her worry about his whereabouts.

Not long after, she was unable to keep her eyes open no matter her determination to keep them open, her lids grew heavy and she fell into slumber.

It was deep into the night when she felt a presence and movement in the chamber. She slowly opened her heavy lids to see the outline of her husband’s figure in the dark room, leaning over her as he covered her properly with the covers.

"Rohan?" she whispered sleepily.

"Hmm?" he hummed softly, touching his hand to her hair and rubbing it down to her arm and then her stomach, as if to silently greet the little being that stirred inside her at the presence of his father.

"Where have you been?" she questioned, fighting her sleep enough to tell him how mad she was at him for keeping her worried all through the day, but that was a big challenge when exhaustion was heavy on her limbs and weighing down on the mattress.

"Somewhere. Go back to sleep, we will talk in the morning," he assured as he coaxed her back into sleep when he noticed how she was struggling to stay awake, and when she closed her eyes and sighed softly, he backed up and then settled himself on the wingback chair he normally slept on to keep an eye on her if she woke up in pain at night.

He did not need sleep like humans do and used that to stay awake to keep silent guard, though tonight, he wasn’t only keeping guard to watch out for the pain, but for other reasons that weighed heavily on his shoulders since he had been alerted yesterday by Rav in the art room.

He felt the great urge to smoke and clear his mind, but he fought the urge as he had come to notice his wife did not fancy the scent of his cigar ever since she was pregnant.

She never complained to him, but he could tell she did not like it, nor the lingering scent of it on him. He had begun to smoke less lately, but tonight he wished he could smoke more than anything to rein in his rage and anger, and the urge to kill and fill his strong thirst for blood that had not been tended to lately as he was being careful.

He watched his wife sleep peacefully and he sighed in relief—at least she could sleep. He was content with that for now, until he would have to shatter that little peacefulness by the following day, when he would have no choice but to tell her the bad news.

By morning, when Belle woke up, Rohan was gone and was not in the chamber with her like she had expected he would be. When she asked again, Rav told her that he left early in the morning without saying where he was going, and Belle figured there was no way Rav wouldn’t have known where and what her husband was up to lately—and that because of her pregnancy and the advice of the doctor to keep her from worrisome things, they were not telling her something.

She had felt this way for days, even before yesterday. There were many things Rav and Rohan were keeping from her, and as much as she wanted to have a healthy pregnancy and not bring any complications to herself, she wanted to know what was going on and what they were not telling her.

Deciding that she wasn’t going to fall asleep this night until she spoke to Rohan, Belle carried on with her daily morning routine, trying to be joyful for the sake of the little ball of joy she carried that also sensed her mood and reacted according to it.

Whenever she was mad, the baby got mad and took control of her body, causing her to become a she-demon everyone avoided in the house.

And whenever she was happy, the baby felt that as well and stayed calm without stressing or demanding. Thus, she kept herself in a happy mood all throughout her routine.

That morning after breakfast and sitting in the yard Rav had begun to clear for the plants she planned to plant there after giving birth, she decided to pass her time knitting the boy’s sweater she had promised to make for their son after realizing he was not a girl like she had thought all this while.

A maid she was not very familiar with, who had not only helped her bathe and change, was now helping her set out a chair before the window that overlooked the street to sit and knit when she asked, "Has Dayna not returned from visiting her sick mother?"

Dayna was her handmaid in the house, but for days now, Rav had told her that the girl took some days off to check on her sick mother. Belle did not mind that the girl was taking care of her mother, but then she couldn’t help but ask, as it was past the normal days given to workers to go home and visit now, and from what she knew, maids were not given that much break to leave the house they worked in—not unless perhaps her mother was badly ill.

The maid who was setting the chair straightened up and turned to Belle with confused eyes. "Dayna? I don’t know who that is, my lady," she said with a bow of her head.

All of the servants in the house had been compelled into forgetting who the girl was after the authorities had announced she was killed by an animal.

Belle, unaware of this, was taken aback by the maid’s words.

"Aren’t you Katie? Isn’t she a friend of yours? You two always work together and..." She did not get to finish her words when another maid rushed into the parlor room to inform her.

"Lady Cutter," the young maid addressed Belle with a bow of her head, "Someone is looking for you outside."

Belle frowned as she turned to the girl. "Who is it?" she asked, as ever since they had arrived here, she had not mingled with the people or made any friends for anyone to pay her a visit at home.

"She’s a woman, and she refused to give her name and demanded to meet you first. She says it’s important," the maid reported with a bit of urgency that did not go unnoticed by Belle.

"Where is Rav?" she asked as she picked up her shawl and draped it around her shoulders and walked out of the room to go and see who this person was looking for her.

"Sire Rav is outside, not letting the woman in."

Belle’s frown deepened at those words, and she hurried her footsteps to go and see what was going on, as she could hear harsh whispers coming from outside immediately after she stepped down to the foyer. She couldn’t help but wonder who it was looking for her here, and when she stepped outside, she was met with Rav talking in a harsh whisper to a woman in a long purple cloak, its hood covering half of her face and revealing only her red lips and nose.