Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142: Time with husband_Part 1

The chamber they were given had two large beds with their things already arranged in the closet. They were to share a bed as they were four. The two women who had joined their group seemed to already know each other, and they picked one of the beds and went to sit on it, talking and laughing animatedly.

Belle and Evelyn took the other one that was close to the window. The chamber was spacious and well-lit.

Soon after they settled, maids were sent to help them change, and those who needed to bathe bathed. Belle had already bathed before coming that night, thus she changed into a nightdress as her bed partner was in the bath.

She couldn’t help but worry about Rohan. Would he also share a room with others? How would he cope if the men were being noisy? The ladies on the other bed were already laughing and talking away as they gossiped about another one of their friends who had been grouped with the vampires.

Their laughter was quite annoying and too loud for noble ladies. She couldn’t help but wonder if the men would be this loud—and how he would cope if they were.

She wished she had gotten to see him before they were brought here. She should have given him another pair of cotton, in case he would like to change the ones in his ears.

Belle was still worrying when Evelyn returned to her side with a maid who came to help wipe and dry her wet red hair. She seemed to also not like the other two loud ladies, because she turned to them and frowned.

"Lady Johnson, Lady Benedict, if you will please lower your voices. We are not in the local markets for you two to be this loud. There are others in the chamber with you," she chided with a stern tone that immediately made the two ladies go silent, their smiles frozen on their faces.

One of them was blonde, and the other was a black-haired petite lady with a small, slender body—but with the loudest laughter Belle had ever heard.

It seemed Lady Clifton was someone they couldn’t afford to disrespect, because they both bowed their heads in her direction, though they looked resentful with tight smiles for being chided like some kids by the daughter-in-law of the infamous Clifton household.

"Apologies, Lady Clifton. We will lower our voices," said the blonde lady among them, Lady Anne Benedict. But when she turned to her friend, she rolled her eyes and muttered, "The bitch. We better lower our voices before she decides to destroy our lives like she did to Jeannie."

Evelyn’s stern face softened as she turned to Belle sitting on the bed, and then she said, "Tonight is going to be a noisy night. Many do not sleep because of tomorrow’s excitement. But you can sleep now if you want. There’s nothing exciting again tonight—unless you look forward to the few minutes allowed for the ladies to meet their husbands before bed."

Belle’s eyes brightened and she pushed to her knees on the bed. "We get to meet our husbands before bed?" she asked, getting up from the bed out of excitement.

Evelyn looked at her with pursed lips and then a small frown. "Yes... we do. You look excited. Do you want to meet your husband?" she asked, wearing a look that suggested she couldn’t quite believe Belle actually wanted to see her husband—though she tried to mask it with a chuckle that came out somewhat nervous, one that did not go unnoticed by Belle, whose excitement was impossible to hide at the thought of finally seeing her husband.

"Yes, I do. You don’t?" she returned the question, and the lady shrugged and nodded.

"I do. Of course I do. I just thought you wouldn’t want to see yours, since there are rumors saying he isn’t treating you well. You see, I don’t join in the gossiping and rumors, but I can’t help my ears from picking on things when they are being said next to me," she quickly said in her defense.

Belle couldn’t help but laugh softly in spite of herself, because she could relate with that. For the first time since she stepped here, she could relate with someone. She listened to many things being said but never contributed. She was a master of listening to gossips in Aragonia—whether they were right or wrong.

"It’s fine. Rumors can be misleading. My husband treats me well," she said as she walked to the mirror and sat beside Evelyn on the long stool before the mirror meant for two, to fix her hair before the time to meet Rohan would come.

She also had to make sure to take the cotton pieces with her, Belle thought as she began combing her hair.

She was standing up to go and find the coat she had removed the cotton from when a servant walked in to say, "Lady Clifton, Lord Clifton sent for you."

Belle thought she saw Evelyn stiffen and pale at those words, but she quickly composed herself and smiled.

"I will be out there in a minute," she said to the servant and jerkily began to do her hair by herself in a hurry.

Belle walked to the closet and located the coat. She raised the sleeve and pulled out the cotton, then grabbed her robe after putting the coat back. By the time she was outside the closet, Lady Clifton had left the chamber, and the two other ladies had resumed their discussion in loud voices. This time, they were talking about Lady Evelyn.

"The bitch thinks she is better than us for marrying into the Clifton household. I wish I wasn’t placed in the same group with her. It’s quite annoying how she carries herself, especially when her own family isn’t even that well off. She just got lucky to be beautiful and Lord Clifton took a liking to her..."

They were walking down the long corridor when she heard the sound of someone sobbing and an angry male voice that rose in a harsh, low scolding. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

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