Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Punishment for the traitor_Part 1

"Yes, my Lord. The dinner is served."

Belle, on the other hand, who stood quietly to the side after Rohan had brushed Rav’s hands away and removed her cloak himself, heard him ask about dinner.

She had only eaten with Rohan once since the time she had been brought to this castle, and though she had looked forward to having a meal with him all those days he was always away, she did not think she could stomach any food now after everything that had happened. Not to mention she longed for a hot bath and to change this dress that was dirtied at the hem and a little drenched from the flying.

With everything that had happened so far, she was exhausted. She had run around the forest for hours, and then almost got assaulted and even killed by vampires before she was saved and witnessed a traumatizing scene — one that, had those two been humans, would have affected her even more than it did to witness them die like that.

But though it had disturbed her, it wasn’t so much because she realized if Rohan had not come to her rescue, she would probably be in their place — dead and gone. She shuddered at the thought and hugged her arms around herself.

She longed to go to her chamber to settle her mind enough to think of how to send a letter to Jamie and tell him to leave the land, as he was no longer safe now that Rohan knew about him. He was no longer safe, and she did not think she would make another attempt to elope with him again — not with everything that happened today and the threat she would bring to his life.

She did not protest, even though she did not feel like eating, as Rohan led her to the dining hall where their food was set and waiting on the long table.

Rohan stepped to the side and took another fresh clean glove from Rav, and as much as Belle wanted to look to see what was wrong with his hands that he always wore gloves, she couldn’t see beyond his broad back that was turned to her as he changed it and then turned to her after he was done.

They soon sat down and their meal began to be served, and though she wasn’t very hungry, Belle forced herself to eat, sensing that Rohan was up to something—his eyes had been fixed on Farrah, who had come to serve her.

The girl had looked somewhat startled to see her but had quickly composed herself, and Belle thought it must be because Farrah had believed she was now with Jamie, only for her to return with her husband.

Through Farrah’s green eyes that briefly met hers, Belle saw the silent question there—why had she come back?

She smiled at the girl with her eyes, hoping to convey what she could not say aloud—that they would talk later.

Unknown to Belle, there would be no later.

Belle did not like how Rohan was staring at her with those intense eyes of his. Farrah had helped her leave the castle. The girl had helped her out of goodwill but to her husband, who had taken what she did as a betrayal, he must be taking her as a traitor, which he had spoken about when they were outside and said needed to be punished.

The girl was the only friend she had in this land, who she learned many things from; she wouldn’t stand by and let her get punished for helping her. Thus, Belle ate her food, keeping her eyes on Rohan, waiting for when he would decide to announce that he would punish Farrah for what happened tonight.

Belle watched while eating as he deeply drank the blood wine served to him, refilling his glass three more times. He only began to eat after he had almost finished the bottle of blood wine—a wine that was more blood than wine, as she noticed how thick the contents in the glass seemed and how it made his lips redder.

Just as she had noticed the first time she came here, where he had kept taking and eating everything she took on the table, her husband had a bottomless pit for a stomach. He did not settle for just one dish like she did; the moment he finished one, he refilled his plate with another.

He wasn’t eating fast or rushed; he ate with the elegance of a nobleman—only he took large bites and barely chewed before swallowing.

She rarely saw him eat, and from what she had learned, vampires could live without human food. But she doubted this one played with food when he got the chance to enjoy it.

Her eyes fell on his lips as he licked the juice of the steak from them in a way that made her insides warm. He looked so boyish eating like that, and she almost wanted to give him her own plate of steak as he finished his and looked at the main plate, only to see it was now empty.

He didn’t mind and simply took a bowl to eat from another dish.

Was it just her husband, or were all men this charming and disarmingly handsome when they ate?

To her shame, she thought she could watch him eat and take silent pleasure in it for hours without getting bored or tired.

When he ate from the ragout in his bowl and looked up at her, catching her watching him, the side of his lip pulled up in a slow, devastating smile, disarming her completely and causing her heart to begin beating faster—steady and loud like a drum ringing in her head.

Their eyes locked for an instant before he looked away.

"I like that sound, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice deep and slightly rough, referring to the sound of her heartbeat as he chewed his food.

"Umm, I need to bathe. I would like Farrah to come with me to my chamber now, my Lord," Belle said quickly, in hopes of prolonging and if necessary stopping him from punishing the girl for something that wasn’t her fault. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

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