Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 469

Chapter 469: "I will be back."

"Yes, my Lord. I noticed a lot of strangeness in her lately."

Rohan’s expression didn’t change as he asked, "Tell me everything." He kept his back to Rav, hands in his pockets, as he stared at the fireplace in his son’s room, which had a cage-like front to prevent Angel from curiously poking his hand into the fire.

Rav spoke without hesitation, recounting everything he had observed, from the biggest changes to the smallest details.

"...Before this, she only took blood tea in the morning to feed the baby’s mild hunger. But lately, she’s been asking for heavy blood tea every hour of the day. And when it’s not made to her taste, she throws it at the servants serving her."

He paused, clearing his throat before adding the things his fiancée had also noticed and shared with him.

"She used to be very close to Evenly and would often guide her on how to manage her condition. But yesterday, when Evenly went to sit with her in the drawing room, to have some tea and talk like they normally do, Lady Belle told her, ’I’m not in the mood to talk to a woman who lowered herself to get pregnant for a servant. I’m sorry, I’m also dealing with the same condition as you and need to rest.’ Evenly said the lady tried to act carefree and like she didn’t mean the words in a literal way, but she knew she meant every word."

"Why didn’t you tell me about any of this?" Rohan questioned, turning to look at Rav with his brows knitted together in displeasure.

"Because she’s your wife, and she acts normal whenever you are around. And if you don’t see anything wrong with her... I don’t have the right to point them out to you, my Lord," Rav remarked with a bow of apology.

"Papa, she also put my ratty toy into the fire and told me it was dirty and not to carry it around," came Angel’s small voice from the bed, where he had pulled the blanket up to his chin, listening to their conversation and adding his own words to make his papa bring back his mother like she used to be before now.

Rohan’s eyes hardened like stone, and as if struck by an afterthought, he asked, "Have you seen the coat with my name on it? The one she gifted me on my birthday?" He had searched everywhere for that coat, yet she had told him it was in the laundry. Rohan had even asked the servants, but none of them had washed it, or seen it since.

Rav shook his head. "No, my Lord. The last time I saw it was the night you and the lady went out together. It was also then the changes in her began."

Rohan didn’t say anything after hearing that. He had only told Rav to help him put Angel to sleep and then left the room in long strides. Rav had wondered what the master would do now that he knew this, as he walked to Angel’s bedside. It was then he felt the first tightening pain in his chest, the familiar sting of the corruption.

Rav frowned deeply, pushing down the discomfort as he moved toward Angel, but the pain made him clenched his jaw.

"You in pain, Uncle Rav?" Angel had asked, noticing the look of discomfort on Rav’s face, but Rav shook his head and went on to sit on the edge of the bed, opening the storybook to the page Rohan had left off for the boy.

"I’m fine, Angel. Now, will you help uncle and sleep fast?" he said with a small smile despite the pain in his chest. Angel looked away from him, his eyes drifting to the fireplace, where the flickering golden light danced in his red eyes as he murmured,

"Can’t sleep because Angel misses old Mama..." He looked back to Rav and asked softly, "Will my mama come back normal again, Uncle Rav?"

The boy had looked so innocent as he asked those questions, and if only he knew how much Rav also wished Lady Belle would return to her normal self, to ease not just his worries but also the corruption eating away at his heart, and to also come back to her senses, for the sake of this little, adorable boy she had.

"Your mama will be fine. She will be normal to you again," he assured the boy, then began to read him the story. But Angel, polite as always, requested a blood snack since he hadn’t eaten much dinner as he had been sulking for losing his toy and from the fall on the stairs. Rav called for the servant to bring it to him.

Finally, Angel fell asleep after eating and drinking blood milk, and Rav quietly slipped out of the room, telling the maid on the way to go and clear the plate from the boy’s room. Though the discomfort in his chest grew tighter and sharper, Rav walked down the stairs, only to see his fiancée dozing off where she sat on a chair, waiting for him to come down.

Rav slowed his steps, his eyes softening as he momentarily succeeded in suppressing his pain. She was sitting with her legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles where the faint shimmer of her ankle chains rested, and her slightly swollen toes twitched. Her head was tilted against her shoulder, and her hands rested protectively over her round stomach. A simple ring gleamed on her finger, the one he had given her just a few days ago.

She looked so peaceful and tired that he wondered why she had chosen to sleep in such discomfort, waiting for him, instead of going back into their room that was just a short walk away from there. She was everything Alison wasn’t. His first wife had become so hot-tempered during her pregnancy that he’d feared saying or doing anything that might anger her, angry enough to throw a pillow at him and tell him to sleep on the floor so she wouldn’t be disturbed.

Evenly, despite her occasional mood swings, never let them take over her heart. And when she did raise her voice, she always came back to apologize, to kiss him and explain why she had lost her temper. She had never told him to leave the bed for her; instead, she liked to curl up close beside him, whispering softly and asking to be held through the night.

He had never thought he would enjoy his time with her or reach the point where they became so free with each other. He had never even thought having a partner was supposed to feel like this, like having a best friend with whom you could share everything.

There was never a day she complained about what she couldn’t have, and even though Lady Belle had recently started to hint and insult her subtly for settling for someone like him, Evenly never felt offended. Instead, she would come to him and say that the woman wasn’t the friend she once knew and something was definitely wrong somewhere.

Now, as he watched her sleep in that uncomfortable position, Rav wished he had no chest pain and could walk up to her and carry her without waking her up. But the pain was growing more intense by the second, and he knew that if he didn’t leave soon, he might fall down right there and then.

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