Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134: Unstable_Part 2

Rohan left Belle in the chamber a few minutes before the servants came in with her baths.

She’d watched him pull away from her and flung aside the sheet he had draped over them when she had fallen asleep in his arms. He got off the bed, and when he stood to his feet, her breath caught in her lungs at the sight of his bare form.

For a moment, she thought she saw him stagger, but she assumed it was just her eyes playing tricks on her. He quickly balanced himself and reached for his clothes on the floor.

His nakedness had made her flush so deeply it burned her skin. She’d never truly seen a naked man if it wasn’t for that book. He did not bother to hide his body—he had nothing to hide, actually, because he was glorious from head to toe. And to her shame she couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

He didn’t even seem to mind that he was naked in front of her, and though she had expected him to tease her for her shamelessness of watching him, he dressed silently. She watched him as he draped his attire back over his body, her cheeks aflame.

He looked like a perfect piece of art, crafted by a skilled artist, especially with the dark-lined scars on his back, which he made no effort to hide from her, unlike the first time she had seen them. Or perhaps he simply didn’t realize she was watching and in the room, as he seemed somewhat absentminded while he dressed.

She realized the scars went beyond his back and down to his firm bottom. A shudder went through her at how the random lines looked like something that would have hurt so much when they were first inflicted on him. If they hadn’t healed and disappeared like how it should for a vampire, it meant they used to be deep when they were raw.

Vampires were known to heal faster, where no scar would be left behind, but his had left a scar, some like a deep cut that had tried to heal themselves but couldn’t be closed completely. The two obvious lines at either side of his shoulders were where his wings must be, she noted, as they looked more prominent. She was still watching when he draped his shirt on, obstructing her view of it.

"How did you really get all those scars?" she asked quietly, and to her shock, he seemed to jump a little, like he had not known she was even in the chamber and her voice had startled him. Rohan, being startled? She never thought he was the kind, but the look on his face told her his jumping slightly at her voice was genuine and not faked.

He turned to her without actually looking into her eyes, like he was just seeing her. Belle frowned at his reaction and expression.

"What did you just say?" he questioned tonelessly, causing Belle’s frown to deepen in concern.

"I said, where did you get those scars?" she repeated her words, looking at his face and trying to gauge what was wrong with him. He had not been acting himself since she woke up from sleep at Rav’s knock—or was it since this morning when she woke up to find him on the bed?

She watched as his fingers, clumsily closing his shirt buttons into the wrong buttonholes, paused for a moment at her question and then resumed without realizing each button was in the wrong hole as he replied to her,

"It’s nothing serious. They are childhood scars I got from playing rough. The maids are here, I will take my leave," he said and then leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. His lips were cold, she noted, but then he left the chamber without letting her speak.

When she turned to look at him, her eyes widened slightly when she saw that he had even worn the trousers wrong. He’d worn them inside out, and he walked out of her door before she could point it out.

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