Married To The Mad Vampire Lord - Chapter 543

Chapter 543: A family_Part 2
Rohan gave a curt nod without saying anything, and Angel said, “I didn’t like him so much before, but when he came that time to remove bullets from your back, I saw a different side to him. I guess Grandfather has decided to be good.” Angel said with a shrug and then looked back at the ball thing. “Let’s put it in and give Mama back her memories. It will be real good to have her wake up remembering everything.”

And so Rohan carefully let the light go, and like water seeping and soaking into the earth, it absorbed into her and disappeared. Belle’s brows drew together as if in discomfort, but she soon relaxed and turned onto her side, her head resting comfortably on her husband’s thigh.

“Did it work?” Angel asked, uncertain.

Rohan, still touching his hand against her hair and face, answered quietly, “We will only know when she wakes up. Let her sleep some more.”

Rohan didn’t wake her, nor did he allow her sleep to be disturbed by the workers, as he told his son to close the door and the unfinished glass windows. They all sat around her, waiting for her to wake up. When it was getting well into the afternoon and she still wasn’t waking up, Rohan told his son he could go back to the cottage with Roseline and feed.

Angel was reluctant to leave, but his sister was hungry and so was he, hence he got up and carried her away, saying he would be back once they had fed.

She slept on until the sun began to set behind the horizon, the orange hue of the sunset flowing in through the glass windows to bathe the half-painted room in color and wash Belle’s hair in a more profound golden shade. She was beautiful, sleeping there with glimmering hair like melted gold, with long lashes casting shadows over flushed ivory cheeks. He knew it the moment she began to stir from her long hours of sleep.

Her lashes twitched along with her brows, and she sighed softly as her eyes started to open. Hazel eyes slowly revealed themselves, blinking as if to clear the haziness of sleep from them. Then she stared at him unblinkingly for a long moment, moments that were only seconds, yet felt like an eternity.

“Hello, my sleeping beauty,” Rohan whispered in a low, husky voice that sounded like he himself had just woken up from sleep, when he hadn’t slept a wink and had only studied her for the long hours she had been resting on his lap.

His voice seemed to break her out of her reverie as she blinked, and slowly a smile began to grace her face. She smiled, but her eyes welled with tears.

“Hello… my handsome Prince Charming,” she replied to his teasing, and the look in those hazel eyes of hers answered what his heart was questioning. Did she remember? The answer was there in those expressive eyes that shone and glimmered with love. There was a certain way she used to look at him before she forgot everything. The look in her eyes without memories was different from the look she had when she was still herself, and that look was back at this very moment.

“Welcome back, my heart.” Saying that, Rohan lifted her upper body and crushed her into a bear hug, burying his nose in the crook of her neck. Her arms immediately went around him, holding him just as tightly as he held her.

“How did you know I remember?” she asked, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

He smiled against her neck. “I saw it in your eyes and felt it in your heart. They never lied.”

Belle remembered almost everything from her life before she lost her memories. She remembered even the life she had lived in Aragonia before she married Rohan, how she had fallen in love with him, how they had conceived their son, how she had almost lost him to Nightbrook’s hunting game, and flashes of her crossing over to the other world. Though those memories of the land of the dead were not as clear as her life, she still held snippets of them, and she tightened her arms around Rohan.

“I love you,” she whispered into his ear.

“I know,” he pressed his lips to her neck and muttered. “I love you more.”

“I know…” she whispered tearfully, for even though she recalled everything now, it still felt as though her love for him did not amount to his love for her. It amazed her how his feelings were this vast, how it was even possible for him to carry something so immense, to the point that it spilled over and wrapped itself around her. She loved him more than life itself, yet she feared he loved her even more than that, and there were no words in any language to properly describe such a feeling. It seemed only Rohan Dagon, a man who had lived most of his life without feeling at all, could carry and hold something so deep and powerful inside his heart for her.

She didn’t know what fortune had brought her a man like him, but in this moment, as he crushed her into his embrace, she felt like the luckiest and most loved woman in the world.

They were still hugging when Angel returned with his sister in his arms. Seeing their mother awake and in their father’s arms, the two sprinted toward them.

“Mama!” Angel called, and Rosey tried to echo him, though she couldn’t yet form the words clearly.

Belle pulled away from Rohan and turned to her two precious babies, tears welling in her eyes as she recalled the moment she had given birth to her lovely daughter, who was grinning at her now. Her blonde hair was held in two ponytails with pink ribbons, and her adorable yellow dress was stained at the front with blood, yet Belle pulled her into her arms, kissing her chubby cheeks and hugging her tightly. She then extended her arm and drew Angel into the embrace, and her son opened his arms and hugged them both, laughing as he said,

“I am getting too old for such a baby hug, Mama. Let me hold you two instead.”

And he hugged them, only for Rohan to say, “Well, you are not too old for my own hug,” and then he wrapped his arms around his family.

“Ouch, Papa, that’s too tight! Loosen your arms!” Angel groaned with a laugh, but Rohan only tightened his embrace, saying, “Family hug.”

Belle and Rosey giggled as they were both squeezed between the males. Their laughter, mingling with the warmth of the moment, made Rohan’s eyes grow moist and glimmer as he rested his chin against his wife’s head, basking in the moment. The sunset streaming in made the moment even more picture-perfect, and he swore to paint it just as it was and hang it on the wall of their new house, right in the entrance hall, where everyone would see it.

Rohan did just that.

Their house was completed in the months that followed, and everything was decorated exactly as Belle and the children had wanted it. Instead of gloomy colors, every corner and every room, thirty-something in total, including the drawing rooms and piano room, was painted in bright, lively colors. The house was bigger than they had expected because Rohan had insisted he never wanted to be in a situation where privacy would be hard to come by. He wanted a house where they would never lack a moment of privacy, the way they had in the small cottage.

Though having a simple home had been a wonderful experience, he hadn’t liked the part where he couldn’t be alone with his wife, which had ultimately led him to make their new home a little too extravagant, the largest house on the mountainside.

Right when one stepped into the house, the hall of the foyer displayed paintings Rohan had created and hidden in his art rooms back in the old castle. He had not failed to retrieve them before anyone could stumble across them in the room he had stored them. He had teleported and taken back every single one of his work.

Many of the paintings were on display, mostly of his wife, while the private ones were kept where only he could see them.

The ones capturing happy moments he had shared with her and their children were there for everyone to admire. The largest of all the portraits depicted the moment he had hugged them in his arms, bathed in the glow of the sunset. It was such a lovely portrait that anyone who looked at it could tell the artist had painted it with love. The details were so carefully rendered that anyone who saw it would pause to admire the happy family captured within it.