Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 124

Chapter 124: The demon_ Part 1

It hadn’t been easy getting into the castle, but then there were no guards guarding the castle like many other rich homes, and he had studied the days the servants went out to the market by standing in the junction that led from town to the castle. He had seen the servants’ carriage pass by and made his move.

Belle was everything keeping him alive and strong. Many times he’d wanted to give up on life itself in the past, but her optimistic character and always looking at the bright side had been his life force. Her smile was enough to brighten his darkest days.

Whenever he felt like a loser, all he had to do was find his woman and be with her. Talk to her about dreams that seemed impossible, yet possible—because she was willing to stick with him. She made him believe he could still become a licensed doctor someday, and that all his dreams would come true if he just believed in them.

’It’s Isabelle, but you can call me Belle.’ She had smiled at him shyly the first time they had mistakenly crashed into each other at the ball. He hadn’t been invited, of course, but Jamie had gone there to make a last-minute dress adjustment for one of the guests and had happened to see the lady hiding behind a pillar.

When she turned around to leave, she had bumped into him and almost fallen until he caught her waist and balanced her.

’Let me get something for you to eat and drink. It’s totally unfair for you to come and leave without having all of those refreshments, Mr. Marchant,’ she had said with a worried look when he told her he wasn’t a guest.

Jamie had fallen in love at first sight with her kindness. They had sat together in the corner of the pillars with a tray of food she insisted he have, and wanting to spend more time with the kind lady, he had swallowed his pride as a man and eaten with her while getting to know each other.

He recalled how, under his gaze, she self-consciously kept smoothing her hair and blushing. When she had reached again to smooth the hair, he reached up and caught her slender wrist, and then used his other hand to delicately and gently tuck the hair behind her ear.

’Will you come by my shop someday? I make lovely ribbons that will look good on your hair. You have beautiful hair, my lady.’

Like a scared puppy, she had ducked her head as if she hadn’t believed his compliment.

’I will... think about it. I should get back to the hall. I hope you have a nice day ahead.’ She stood up and hastily tried to leave, but Jamie reached out and grabbed her wrist again.

’I hope to really see you again, Lady Isabelle. Will I?’

She smiled that shy smile again. ’Maybe. Goodbye, Mr. Marchant.’ Her wrist, which he held, slowly slid away from his grip like a grain of sand, and she turned and ran away. He watched her retreating back and the swaying mass of her beautiful hair until she disappeared from his sight.

’I think I am in love...’ he had grinned happily.

He snapped back to the present when Belle’s voice came.

"You should have just left then, Jamie. I told you in the letter to go..." came Belle’s quiet voice as she tried to fight the uncontrollable urge to lie down and sleep.

"Did you really write it without being forced?" he questioned as he raised his eyes to her. He begged her through his eyes for her to say words he would like and desperately wanted to hear—that she still loved him and that everything in that letter was a lie fabricated by the madman.

"My husband has no idea I sent that letter to you. He did not force me into writing it, if that is what you think... I wrote it because I want you to move on from me." She confessed, feeling so emotionally detached and disoriented she couldn’t focus on one particular emotion to know if his presence stirred up her heart like in the past.

But the pain on his face made her feel an overwhelming guilt come over her.

"Jamie..." she whispered his name as he suddenly began to shake his head as if in denial.

"You are lying, aren’t you? You still love me, right?" he asked, his voice quivering with emotion and his blue eyes welling with tears. He stared at her, and when she didn’t say anything and looked guiltily at him, he groaned—a sound so pained, like it was wrenched out from his heart.

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