Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: "Why do you wear gloves?" Part_1

Belle had thought Rohan was in a better condition when she saw how he had looked his usual self when she walked out of the castle. Apart from his pale-looking skin, he did not look as exhausted as he did when they woke up in bed that night.

However, the moment they got into the carriage and it started to move, she noticed that he did not come to sit close to her like he usually did in every carriage ride.

He sat at the far edge of the seat, his head leaning sideways as if he was looking at the night scenery as the carriage moved. It was she who moved closer to him and took his gloved hand into hers.

He turned his head and looked down at their hands she had interlocked on her lap and then looked at her face, their eyes locking for a heartbeat before he looked away with a small smile.

"Are you nervous about the hunt?" he asked her quietly as he tightened his fingers around hers.

"A little. Not as nervous as I thought I would be. What about you? I heard it’s going to be your first time being a part of it." She probed subtly to start a conversation that would lead to what she had been getting curious about after what Rav had said unknowingly when they had walked to that compartment.

’Even I never knew there was a dungeon like this. When the late king and queen were alive, they ordered the guards to put his lor—’ he had stopped himself short but she had a feeling he meant to say his lordship. Why would his parents put him in such a place?

She had not raised any questions with him about why he went down to that dungeon and locked himself today, as she could sense it wasn’t something he would just open up and tell her.

He had been acting strange since this morning, and she now regretted letting him go through the trouble of traveling to Aragonia in one night. Exhaustion could mess with one’s mind, but his went way past what normal exhaustion was like.

"Hmm," he hummed softly, and then sliding himself a little down the leather seat of the carriage, he leaned his head against her shoulder and continued to say, "It’s my first time, but I have nothing to be nervous about. It’s just a hunt."

He brought his other hand up and began to massage his forehead. "I just hope there won’t be too much noise. I can’t handle that shit as smoothly as when we attended the banquet."

Belle turned to look down at his head resting on her shoulder. The carriage jolted slightly, and she heard him groan low in his throat when his head bumped. His fingers restlessly began to massage his temple as though the jolt gave him a headache and his massaging would soothe it for him.

"Are you all right?" Belle asked in concern.

Rohan’s eyes remained closed as he continued to absently rub his forehead. Belle put her hand on his arm. He didn’t respond, but he stopped rubbing his temple and rested his large hand on hers.

He didn’t speak to her nor move. It was as though his mind had suddenly moved somewhere she couldn’t follow. His body was very much present, though, his hand heavy and strong against hers. freewēbnoveℓ.com

She had never once thought the rumors about his madness were remotely true—and how a man like Rohan would be considered unstable in any way—but his actions in the past hours after she had woken up... seemed to show her why the people around him would think him unstable and send him to the madhouse.

She knew she should be concerned and question his sanity, but Belle had no such worry. Instead, the only thing that worried her was his comfort, and how he would be uncomfortable if the noise in the castle turned out to hit him in this state of vulnerability.

She studied the sharp profile of his face, the high cheekbones, the perfect jawline. And unable to stop herself, she reached her hand out and touched his cheek and stroked her thumb against his cold skin.

Rohan’s eyes snapped open and he raised his head from her shoulder and looked at her. For one instant, he pinned her with his stare. Then his eyes slid sideways.

Belle reached her hand up this time and stroked his hair. He sat still under her touch, quivering faintly with tension like a wild animal trapped in a cage.

They sat this way, Belle lightly smoothing his hair until his body relaxed.

"How are you feeling? Tell me," she coaxed gently, wanting to get past the first wall he had only just let her into, wanting to reach the bigger one, the one behind which he kept himself guarded and his past buried, where the real Rohan lay hidden, perhaps even hurting. She wanted to help him, to know him the way she had known him intimately today in bed.

It was mostly her fault that he was in such fragile condition now. If she had not had someone like Jamie in her life, if he had not abducted her, and if Rohan had not cared about her enough to hear her words of not leaving him behind in that deserted part of the land, he would have been his usual self now, teasing and unnerving her instead of suffering from what seemed to be intense headaches and an unstable mind.

It was her fault, and she would do anything to help him feel better. Anything.

"Just a mild headache," came his deep, lazy voice as he returned his head back to her shoulder to rest. "It’s nothing serious." He assured her nonchalantly. But in reality it was a kind of headache that would kill a human if they happened to suffer from it.

"What is causing the headache?" She stroked his forehead gently, touching and tracing her fingers against his brows.

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