Married To The Mad Vampire Lord - Chapter 509

Chapter 509: What happened to him?!_Part 1
Rohan soon came back with the milk after he introduced himself to the two men he had anonymously assigned to work there and feed the animals, as well as to make a bigger barn in the yard of the cottage. He compelled them both and took blood from one of them to mix with the milk. By the time he returned to the room, Roseline’s hoarse cries filled every corner of it, and Belle, who looked worried, was rocking her in her arms.

They finally managed to make the baby take the milk, which she drank hungrily to the last drop. When Rohan withdrew the cup from the infant’s mouth, Belle acted almost naturally, lifting Roseline to her shoulder and patting her back to burp her. It was something she shouldn’t have known how to do without her memories, she shouldn’t know anything about caring for a baby, but the action came to her instinctively, like a reflex buried deep inside her bones.

Belle smiled when the baby gave a loud burp and then made a soft, satisfied little sound in her throat. With her belly full, Roseline would soon drift to sleep, so Belle began to rock her gently, humming a tune she didn’t quite recognize yet somehow remembered at the same time.

As she rocked the baby, pretending she wasn’t acutely aware of Rohan’s intense gaze burning into her, she felt him move closer. His presence tightened the air around her. Then he lifted his hand and reached toward her, brushing back a few strands of her golden hair that had strayed into Roseline’s face. He gathered them carefully over her other shoulder, his touch slow and gentle. She felt the instinct to step away, but she didn’t, not when he was only helping her keep Roseline comfortable.

But even after moving her hair aside, he didn’t let his hand fall away. Instead, he smoothed the long strands down her shoulder, letting his fingers trail along the length of her hair. His hand slipped lower, brushing across the front of her chest in a familiar motion, smoothing it down until his palm passed over the curve of her breast. The tender, intentional slide of his hand made her body go still. She stiffened, her arms tightening protectively around her daughter.

He repeated the action of smoothing her hair from the top down to her chest again, but this time he didn’t let his hand move past her breast. He let it stay there, his palm cupping it, and instantly goosebumps swept over her body as his fingers slowly tightened inwards. Unable to bear what he was doing, she stepped away from him and moved closer to Angel, who was busy making a drawing he promised would help her remember things faster.

The problem was that she might not have remembered being a mother, but everything about being one came to her naturally. Meanwhile, the wife part… it wasn’t coming as easily. Even though Rohan Dagon was her husband, he still felt like a stranger to her, and the way he touched her, so intimately, might stir something inside her, yet it didn’t change the fact that it made her uncomfortable. It felt like allowing a stranger to touch her.

She peeked at him from the corner of her eye and noticed he was still watching her while holding the cup they had used to feed Roseline in a gloved hand. He stayed there for so long, simply gazing at her, before he finally turned and left the room.

Belle let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding when he left the room.

Natural instincts guided Belle as she took care of the baby for the next following hours, changing her and then giving her more cow’s milk when she woke up hungry.

She spent the remaining hours of the day with the children. She listened to her son talk while she rocked Roseline, all as they toured the simple yet cozy cottage she found herself falling in love with. Though it was small, with only two bedrooms, one furnished and the other empty, and a living space with a narrow staircase leading to the rooms upstairs, it was wonderful. She couldn’t wait to add more touches to it, to give it a more homey feeling.

She wanted to see how it looked from the outside, but the snow was falling in earnest, the wind howling through the trees, and she didn’t dare step out to look at their home in such freezing weather.

She wanted so badly to remember what her life had been like before this. Was she a good person? Did she have parents somewhere? What did she like doing? Though she realized she liked listening to Angel, and also realized she could sing a few of the songs he sang, songs he claimed she had been the one to teach him.

When they finally walked into the kitchen after touring the rest of the house, she found the man, her husband, bringing in firewood. Snow covered his coat and clung to his hair. Her heart leaped at the sight of him, for he was tall and breathtakingly handsome, with a face that looked as though it had been sculpted by an artist, every feature arranged at the perfect angle. It made her wonder how a man like this had found her and married her. Did he court her? Did they fall in love before they wed? Had he confessed his love to her in some romantic way that won her heart?

Did she love him?

Belle felt a strong urge to go to him and brush the snow from his hair, to rub warmth into his cheeks after he had been out in the cold. But that urge wasn’t as strong as the fears and unease that still lived in her chest. She wasn’t comfortable around him yet, not even comfortable enough to speak to him without feeling strange and awkward.

Since she couldn’t touch him, she watched him instead. He had looked bronze-skinned when she first saw him this morning, but he now seemed a shade paler, and his lips looked paler. It must be the cold, she told herself. His breath was visible in the chilled air, and when he looked toward her and smiled, it was a disarming smile that made her heart jump again, but she quickly looked away.

Rohan’s smile slowly faded, realizing for the third time that day that she wasn’t comfortable with him. Had it been when she still held her memories, she would have smiled back at him, brightly, effortlessly, in that way that always made his whole world feel brighter. He missed those days so deeply it pained him to know that he would have to start everything from the beginning again. It had taken time to make her trust him before, to make her love him, and he couldn’t help wondering how long it would take this time… or whether she would look at him with that same warmth again.

Though she was still the same woman, his wife, his Isa, he noticed how she had been avoiding him ever since their arrival at the cottage. Twelve hours had passed, and she still looked at him like he was a stranger intruding on her space.

He told himself to be patient; she would warm up to him eventually, just as she had with their children, whom she now spoke to and interacted with just like she used to before all of this. She had even combed Angel’s hair and styled it the way she used to. Rohan had watched her silently do it from the doorway, unable to stop the small, selfish wish blooming in him.

He wished she would do his hair as well, just once, if only to feel her hands on him the way they used to be.

Rohan snapped back to his senses with a tired sigh. He needed to keep the cottage warm, as the cold and snow were far harsher than he had expected. Now that she was fully human again, he had to make sure she wouldn’t catch a cold or fall ill before they began working on her slowly relearning the things she had forgotten.

There was much he needed to do, but his back ached and burned from the bullet wound that had only just begun to regain sensation. To be honest, he had forgotten about the bullet wounds, as they had turned numb and almost nonexistent in his back, until after he began accepting that his family would be complete again and that his wife was truly back. Once the numbness faded, the pain came with it.