Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Jealousy

She hadn’t meant those words, or at least she had at that time as she was mad at him, but not later when it seemed he had taken her words and left her. Rohan was not a man who listened to someone, especially not when she told him to leave, but he seemed to have taken her words for it and made himself scarce in the castle.

"Are you certain you want me to leave you alone, love?" He’d asked her those words as he stared at her with his head crooked to the side with a small smile on his face.

Belle had blurted out, "Yes."

"Fine. I will leave you alone. In fact, I won’t bother you again if it will make you happy. Good luck with your training," he’d told her, but she had missed the smirk on his face as he walked away because to Belle, he did not mean those words—until now that he proved her wrong.

Where was he?

"If you will not focus, Lady Dagon, you will leave me with no choice but to make you run again. You have been shooting and not paying attention to my instructions. What is weighing on your mind?" Cordelia asked as she handed her water gourd to the servant standing next to her. It had been a sheer miracle that had made her not kill this human somehow by now with how much she had been getting on her nerves.

Knowing that there was no chance of hurting the human in the way she wanted to, being in the castle with constant eyes on her as they trained, Cordelia had focused solely on doing what was expected of her. Anyway, she had not come here with the intention to make her cousin hate her or to kill the human immediately; thus, it was fun to see her suffer in the training. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

Now, however, Cordelia could not help but notice that unlike the rest of the days she had been catching up in training, she had not been focusing these days, and she had a feeling why it was like that.

"I am sorry. I will try again," Belle muttered absentmindedly.

Willing herself to stop dwelling on Rohan and his whereabouts, she turned her focus to the shooting range in the distance. She planted her feet shoulder-width apart, just as she had been taught, and raised the crossbow to eye level for a better aim at her target.

Taking a deep breath, she relaxed her shoulders and steadied her grip, aligning the sight with the center of the target. Her finger hovered near the trigger for a moment, and then she pressed it.

The arrow went flying towards the target board, and she held her breath, hoping it would hit bullseye so she could rest for the day. Failing to meet the day’s target would lead to repeated practice until she made it, and to be honest, she was exhausted today and was suffering as it was that time of her month.

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