Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44: The feeling of love

"Don’t tell me you are still thinking of having this scrap, Isa?" Rohan questioned with an arched brow as he saw her eyes looking at the ring longingly. Wasn’t the expensive jewelry he got for her enough to make up for this excuse of a ring?

He’d heard women liked expensive and shiny things, and he had gone out of his way last night after leaving her to make the arrangements to get all sets of jewelries and dresses. Being the Duke of Nightbrook and the so-called mad vampire, every merchant and shop owner would drop everything to attend to him. He had used that to his advantage, acquiring every expensive thing he thought would suit her, things that would make her look the way he had envisioned since the day he first set eyes on her and claimed her as his on their wedding day.

Many of the dresses he burned to make fire this morning did not look like something a lady should keep in her possession. Most of them were old, and he’d enjoyed burning them. Yet she did not look at the things he got for her with the eyes she was using to look at this useless ring.

When Rohan went out of his way to do something, not that he could recall the last time he had done so for anyone, but when he did, he expected to be appreciated. Yet, it seemed his little wife did not want what he had gotten for her, but rather what had been given to her by another man. It seemed he would really need to get the head of her merchant before she would forget him and all the cheap things he gave her.

Belle looked away from the ring and turned her eyes on her husband, who did not seem to know the value of love tokens. She did not lie to him when she parted her lips to say, "Yes. I want it back," she said with a hopeful note in her voice, hoping he would let her take it back.

Belle saw his eyes flick briefly to hers, but they never focused on her eyes and went back to the middle of her head as he tilted his head to the side and questioned, "Why do you want it back? It’s not like it’s expensive or has any value. It belongs right where it is lying now." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"It has all the value in the world to me, my Lord..." she muttered, trying not to show that she hated how he kept insulting something dear to her. The more he insulted it, the more she wanted to hit his handsome face with her wet shoes. The necklace he had put around her neck was already itching her wet skin, and she couldn’t wait to take it off. She longed for the light weight of the chain and its familiar feeling around her finger when she gripped it.

"Why?" She heard him ask her like he did not understand why she valued the plain ring so much. But before she could form a reply, he said, "Is it because Merchant gave it to you?" He narrowed his eyes dangerously at her.

Belle did not answer as she feared he might threaten to go to Aragonia to hurt Jamie like he had threatened last night. She had already hurt Jamie by agreeing to come to Nightbrook in Eve’s place to marry the mad vampire and spy for the humans. She would not hurt him more by giving her vampire husband another reason to hunt him down—because she believed he would with that look in his eyes.

"I don’t want the ring anymore," she lied just so he would stop regarding her with that studying expression and let them walk away from it so she could come back later for it. Now wasn’t the right time to pick it up. But unfortunately, Rohan did not move from where he stood. Instead, he sighed in a way one does when they give up on trying to figure out something complicated.

"What is it like?" His words were so low she barely caught them as he tucked his hands inside his pockets and continued to stare at her. "Explain to me what love feels like, Isa. I want to understand why it makes one value something like this," he glared in disgust at the ring and then looked back at her patiently.

Rohan waited, his dark eyes burning, for her to explain the mysteries of this part of the world, which he did not understand and was not capable of feeling. His parents had always said they loved him, and everyone believed it. But their love had never felt the way she made it seem, cherishing something given in the name of love. It had been something else, something that left him detached rather than warm, something that overwhelmed him and made him want to erase every trace of them and anything that has to do with them. Yet here she was, holding on to what was given to her in the name of love.

"It is the most divine thing imaginable," she tried to explain.

"I don’t want to hear about divinity. I want to hear about flesh and bone. Is love like the need to fuck?" he demanded with a deep frown and a serious face.

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