Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 511

Chapter 511: What happened to him?!

"I am..." she murmured softly.

Rohan grinned. "I’ll have it done in no time. Is Roseline sleeping?" he asked, turning back to the pan to avoid making her uncomfortable with his gaze, his gaze that lingered on her far too long. It wasn’t his fault; he couldn’t stop looking at her. He couldn’t erase the image of her dead body from his mind, and only by watching her now did he feel reassured that she was truly fine and truly back with him at long last.

Everything still felt surreal, her, the children, and being in the cottage again. It felt like a dream that had followed the long nightmare of the days he had endured without her. If it were up to him, he would keep her in front of him every second just to assure himself that nothing would take her from him again.

"Yes. She eats and sleeps quite a lot. I also noticed her cry sounds really strange, is something wrong with her?" Belle asked, looking at his broad back and noticing how he briefly paused his stirring at her question before he resumed it again to answer.

"She was born that way," he told her with a white lie. Giving the real answer, that she had been born in the middle of a war and had inhaled too much toxic air, would do nothing but bring more questions and more pain to her. If there was one memory he didn’t want her remembering, it was her time in the establishment and the moment she was shot in the middle of the battle, the moment he had failed to protect her.

"Oh," came Belle’s small reply. "I guess she will grow up to have a hoarse voice. I was almost scared, because her cries seemed to fade even while her mouth was still open in a cry. Is there perhaps something that can be done to make her cry normally at least?" Belle asked again, not knowing what other topic to talk about with Rohan and wanting to get to know him a little more better, wanting to see what had made her marry him in the first place. It felt safer and easier to talk about the children, and she was genuinely concerned about her daughter’s voice.

"I will look for something to help her voice, you don’t have to worry. Once..." Rohan stopped himself from completing the sentence. He had wanted to say once the world had settled and calmed down from the catastrophe he’d caused it. It wouldn’t do any good if she heard that now, not when she had no memories and might think him a monster who had killed people without understanding he had done it for her sake.

"Once I bring Evenly and her babies," he added instead.

"Is this Evenly a family? I heard Angel mention her with someone called Rav. Who are they?" she asked curiously.

Rohan smiled bitterly. "You once told me they are now like part of our family, so I guess they are family. Only Evenly and the babies will be coming."

Belle bit the inside of her cheek, wishing she could at least remember some of these memories so she would be prepared to live with them. "What about Rav? Why won’t he come?"

Rohan paused in his attempt to open the other pot where potatoes were boiling next to where he was frying. "Rav is dead," he told her, the easiest answer to give.

"Uncle Rav is not dead, Papa. His soul didn’t leave his body. He only ran away from the castle from Enny and me, but I promised to find him for Enny very soon," Angel chimed in, causing Rohan to turn sharply to look at the boy, who still carried the belief that Rav wasn’t gone. Turning into a rogue was as good as dead, but there was no way to make the boy understand that, not when he believed what he wanted to believe with such stubborn innocence.

Only that Rohan wished Angel hadn’t spoken any of it in front of Belle, whose curiosity now burned.

"What does he mean?" Belle asked Rohan, and Rohan, who saw that Angel had continued washing the vegetables like he hadn’t said anything alarming at all, looked at his wife and mouthed, "He’s in denial."

Belle’s brow rose, then settled back down as understanding slowly formed inside her. Her son must have liked this uncle, this Rav he kept mentioning, enough that after the man’s death he simply couldn’t accept it. She thought about this quietly, deciding not to ask anything more about the man she didn’t know.

Silence fell in the kitchen for a few moments, with only the firewood under the stove crackling and sparking, the sizzling in the pan, and the sloshing of water from the basin filling the space. It didn’t feel right for her to keep standing here without saying or doing anything, and the quiet was becoming too awkward.

"Is there something I can do to help in the kitchen?" Belle asked, not wanting to simply stand around while they worked. Angel, too busy splashing water and making a mess to even glance up, replied:

"No. I’ve got to wash these leaves real well so there’s no sand when Papa cooks them. You cannot do it, Mama, you have just come back to us and need many rest, like Papa say. This is our work now," he huffed, puffing like he had been running as he scrubbed the vegetables with his small hands as if he were washing clothes.

Oh, goodness, those vegetables will no longer be usable with the way he is washing them, Belle thought with a faint smile.

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