Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 562

Chapter 562: "Careful."

Max cursed under his breath and got to his feet, bending to help her stand again. When she rose, the front of her dress was wet from laying on the grass where she had vomited. She turned her angry eyes on him and raised her hand as if to slap him, but then stopped, clenching her fingers and lowering her hand. She looked away from him and frantically wiped at her eyes with the heels of her palms, hiding her tears.

"Y-you just have to g-go on and r-ruin my day all ov-over again. Look, I’m covered in vo-vomit!" she sobbed, embarrassed that she had been foolish enough to let her weight rest on him and then fall like that in front of him when he let go.

"H-ho-how am I to walk into the house with so many guests?" She covered her face with her palms, sobbing, not only from the embarrassment of herself, but from everything that had happened so far: her uncertainty, her fears, and the unknown future awaiting her after marrying Eryx. And how she was to tell her family that Eryx planned to take her away from the country!

Thinking about everything only made her cry even more. She was scared, by God, she was terrified.

Max, who even in the past had hated to see her cry, hated it even now. You are so stupid, Max, how could you let her fall? he chided himself as she quickly bowed his head in apology. "I am sorry. Forgive me."

"Just go away," she cried behind her hands.

She had always told him to go away whenever she was crying in the past, and she had never truly meant those words. He straightened up, looking at her trembling shoulders as she turned away from him.

Instead of leaving, he wordlessly began to fix her disordered hair, removing dirt from it, then bent down to adjust her dress, wiping away the vomit with his handkerchief, and picking up her shoes that had been flung aside during her fall. He looked up at her; her sobs had stopped, but her face was still buried in her hands in shame.

Not wanting to cause her to fall again, he said, "Put your hands on my shoulders, Red, so I can put your shoe back." Saying that, he wrapped his hand around her ankle, and as if afraid of falling, she quickly placed her hands on his shoulders for support, keeping her face firmly averted.

She had very small feet, as white as snow and as smooth as silk. His hands looked overwhelmingly large around her ankle, one hand holding her ankle and the other the shoe. Slowly, he slipped the shoe back on with the care one would give to a treasured item, then set her foot down and adjusted her dress to cover her bare leg.

When he was done, he stood and swiftly removed his coat. Without giving her a chance to refuse, he draped it over her shoulders. Just as he had noticed her small feet, he now noticed how petite she was, and how his coat almost swallowed her. He pulled the front over her, and she finally looked at him with wide, swollen eyes as he buttoned the middle button to secure it around her.

"You can walk in with no one noticing your dirty dress. I am sorry for letting go," he apologized again, his eyes locked on hers. And I am sorry for shutting you out, for not replying to your letters, for not being there to comfort you or ease the pains you told me about in your letters. I am sorry for the man I have become, Red.

Elle blinked, breaking the moment, as she stepped back, subconsciously holding his warm coat around her. "It’s nothing. Thank you..." she muttered, then added, "I should go inside. Aunt Belle must be waiting for me." She spoke, yet she did not move to leave.

"I should greet Mama. Where is she?" he asked.

"In my room..." Elle replied, feeling awkward about everything. She couldn’t believe she had almost slapped him. Everyone used to say she had the temper of her mother, and she tried to control it as much as possible, especially now, when her emotions felt too close to the surface.

He nodded, gesturing for her to lead the way. I will finally get to see your room after all, Max thought, eager to see if it looked as lovely as she had described in her letters. This would be his last memory of her; he might as well see the room before he wiped her from his mind and memories.

Being born a strong demon who could manipulate memories, it would not be hard for him to erase what he did not want to keep.

Elle led the way, and feeling him walking closely behind her only heightened her awareness. His scent clung to her from the warm coat, reminiscent of when he used to hold her as a girl.

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