Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190: Kiss me_Part 2

Rohan began another piece immediately he snapped out of his memories, this one slow and sonorous. He kept his head half-bent, his handsome face still as he focused on the keys. His thigh moved as he worked the pedal, his entire body playing the music, and Belle watched him.

She recognized the piece, it was called Remember When, and she had heard it played in opera, and Eve’s piano tutor had always played this. It was a sorrowful concerto that made one weak in the knees and emotional.

The tutor had tried to teach her once when Belle had come into the piano room in the past, but she had been a mediocre player, her hands too work-worn and stiff to learn the skill. The tutor had been haughty and mocking of her, but at least she’d never beaten her for not getting a key right.

Rohan’s large fingers skimmed the keyboard, and slow notes filled the room, the sound rich and round. He seemed to play the tone from within his very soul, and the strains of it called too vividly to Belle’s own soul.

She remembered sitting in a corner, trying to keep track of the keys taught to her sister so she could also learn it—and how her sister would come forward and close the door on her face to shut out the lesson, and told her that their father said she must not be included in the lesson.

This same music had been playing in the piano room while she felt lonely that day, crying in the corner.

A tear rolled swiftly down her cheek at the lonely memory but she quickly wiped it off. She put a quick hand on Rohan’s, and the piece stumbled to a halt.

"You don’t like it?" he queried, his brows pulled together in question. He was playing it for her.

"I do, only, could you play something a little happier?" she remarked with a small smile and a sniff of her nose.

Rohan’s gaze skimmed past her like a beam of sunlight before settling on the shimmer of her wet lashes. While still seated and she standing before him, he reached up, his fingers brushing softly against her cheek as he wiped away the tears.

"You’re getting emotional by the tone," he murmured, letting his fingers linger just a moment longer on her flushed skin. Her cheek took on a delicate hint of pink under his touch, and only then did he slowly bring his hand down.

"I don’t know whether a piece is happy or sad," he said, voice deep and threaded with quiet tenderness. "I just know how to play the notes. Tell me, my love... which one do you want me to play for you?"

Belle’s throat squeezed. She was still finding it hard to believe he was in front of her—it felt like she was in a dream, and she might wake up to find that he was still in that dead state. If she wasn’t careful, she’d start blubbering all over him. She hadn’t hugged him enough. She hadn’t been held in his arms enough.

And just his little action of wiping her tears now brought back good memories of his touch.

She whirled to the music cabinet and dug through sheets until she found something that made her smile.

"How about this?" She brought it back to the piano and spread the music across the stand. "I used to love this music."

Rohan looked at the paper and then back at his wife and said, "As much as I would love to play this to you, I can’t read music. I can only play what I hear."

Belle, who had leaned over him to look at the paper without thinking, and now the rosette at her bosom was level with his nose, looked at him. "Really? You can’t read music?"

Rohan studied the rosette and the white flesh of her breasts, which he noticed did not quite fill the front of her dress like he remembered it used to. She had lost weight. He needed to make sure she regained it—and if possible, more. frёewebnoѵēl.com

"I have to hear it. Play it through for me first," he whispered.

He shifted slightly, giving her about six inches of space on the bench to sit beside him.

Belle sat down, her heart hammering. He wasn’t about to move, and his body was like a solid wall. This close, she felt the hard muscle of his biceps, the length of his thigh against hers. She missed those feelings so much she fought the urge to lean her head against his strong bicep.

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