Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 374

Chapter 374: Mending the Bridge Between Father and Son_Part 3

Belle didn’t know why, but she didn’t want him looking into anything that concerned Isabelle. Though she longed to be normal again, there was an unknown fear gnawing at the back of her mind at the thought of him digging into the past. She would rather he didn’t, but she also knew she wouldn’t be able to talk Rohan out of it, not when he was so determined to come to the end of everything before they left Aragonia.

"Whatever you do, be careful, Rohan. Don’t mess with things her spirit guards again," she voiced her worries, but her husband only nodded and stroked her hair.

Before he could assure her of anything, Angel stirred, opening his eyes and turning to look at them with a sleepy frown.

Belle turned to him with a smile, but her son didn’t smile back like he usually did. Instead, he shifted his eyes to his father, and his frown deepened into a look that came dangerously close to anger. He pushed his little body into a sitting position while still giving his father that hard look, then crawled to his mother and fell into her arms, burying his face against her breast and holding her tightly.

Belle carried him into her arms, hugging his head as she turned to look at Rohan, whose face had also hardened into rigid steel. She arched a questioning brow at the silent hostility she sensed between them. What could have happened to make them both wear that look?

"Why was he looking at you like that?" she asked Rohan curiously, loosening the strings at the front of her nightdress and baring her breast to her son’s hungry, seeking mouth, all while waiting for Rohan’s reply to her question.

Rohan rubbed the space between his brows with his thumb and index finger, parting his lips to say, "His wings came out today, and he wanted to use them, to fly and go out. I stopped him and locked the wings back into his bones. Since then, he has been looking at me like that. I think he hates me now, Isa."

Rohan mused aloud, his gaze fixed on his son, who was feeding yet still glaring at him with a sharp side-eye, as though the child could not forgive him. The bitter taste of believing his own baby despised him already, when all he had done was try to protect him, was something he did not like at all.

Belle was taken aback at the thought that his wings had come out. She had seen the line on Angel’s back and had once thought it was a birth scar, but Rohan had assured her that it was his wing lines and that they would tear open once it was time. He had also told her that it might take a year for that to happen, but Angel was not even a year old yet.

She thought this to herself, but his other words settled on her as well, and she recovered from her surprise to place a hand against Rohan’s arm as she said gently, "Hate is such a strong word, Rohan. He’s too young to feel that. Perhaps he is—"

Rohan shook his head and lifted his gaze to hers. "He hates me. I can read it in his little heart. He might be too young in the eyes of humans, but his feelings and emotions are stronger than his actual age. His brain grows faster than his body. He doesn’t understand the danger I am trying to hide him from because he hasn’t seen it himself. Locking his wings away is something he believes I did because I didn’t want him anymore. And when you were unconscious, I... I sort of neglected him for some minutes to attend to you. That must have played out differently in his mind, making him turn against me."

Belle was at a loss for words, mostly because to her, Angel was still just a little baby, a baby she had only given birth to a few months ago. To her, he shouldn’t be capable of such deep emotions yet. But then, hearing it in the way Rohan said it, she thought deeply on ways to rebuild the fallen bridge between father and son. The last thing she wanted, on top of everything else happening, was for her husband and son not to have a good relationship because of her.

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