Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139: "Why do you wear gloves? Part_2

She had no idea she was the very first person he had ever thanked.

With the cotton in his ears, Rohan felt his head calming down and things starting to make sense in his brain. With no ringing in his head, he was finally able to concentrate on things he had not in the past few hours. His wife. He turned to her. She was trying to smooth the tear now on her coat sleeve where she had pulled out the cotton.

"How are you feeling?" he inquired, and she looked at him in question, her lips pursed in that adorable way that made one want to kiss her all the time.

Rohan smiled, "In your body? Are you sore, tired after what we did hours ago?"

It was a question meant to know if she was tired, and to also fill the silence on the ride to the castle. Not to mention, it was her first time—but due to what was going on with him, he had not taken care of her like he wanted and planned when he finally took her. He had not even meant to take her yet, but his control had been lost to him at that moment.

Her flush deepened, and she ducked her head as she replied,

"I-I feel quite normal after my bath. I... am not sore."

She cleared her throat and then pulled his hand back to her hand to hold it. She ran her fingers across his leather glove as she felt his heavy stare on her, which made her aware of how his strong thigh was grazing hers now—and also reminded her of how he had been one with her hours ago, in a way she had never imagined possible, with how big he had been when she first saw him in this same carriage.

She had felt nothing like what the women whispered in hiding. She had not hated his touch, though she had been in pain, it had not lasted. And she wondered if those women who had whispered about hating their husbands had been joined in a wrong way—different from how Rohan had been with her—because it had been sinfully delicious to her to the point she had not wanted him to stop.

She had wanted it to last, and she felt herself warm up under his stare now.

It wasn’t the right time to have such thoughts in mind, and to take away the thoughts, Belle asked another burning question that had been eating at her right from the beginning.

"Why do you always wear gloves?"

She looked up at him where he was staring at her, and at the question, he blinked and crooked his head to the side.

"Isn’t it a normal thing for a noble to wear gloves?"

"Not all the time. They do not wear gloves while eating and indoors unless it’s winter, but you never seem to leave your hands bare. Why?"

She had always wanted to ask this question but, for some reason, had always never voiced it out, as she had a feeling he wouldn’t answer her—especially when she thought she was nothing to him but an amusement that would fade someday.

To Belle’s shock and disbelief, she heard him say, "Take a look at it yourself."

Her eyes rounded, "You mean I can take off the gloves?"

He nodded, watching her without blinking.

Biting the inside of her lips, Belle looked down at his hand that was held in hers. She had never expected him to say such words. She had expected him to avoid answering, like he usually avoided anything personal—like his scars—but he told her to take a look herself?

Without hesitation, she pulled her fingers from his and, with a hasty movement, she pulled the glove off his hand. Then she froze, her eyes widening in shock.

"Oh my... what happened to you?" she asked, her voice slightly rising as she stared down at his bare hand now resting on her thigh.

"Nothing happened. They’ve always been like this," he said with a half-smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "Just another dark omen I was born with, just like my wings. They came together."

He remarked in humor, but Belle found nothing amusing about it.

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