Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel 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.

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