Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 263

Chapter 263: Preparation for Labor_Part 1

However, the sharp taste of the seasoning shattered the emotional moment like a stone cast into still water. Belle nearly spat out the soup, but when she saw Rohan’s hopeful gaze, his eyes narrowed as he waited anxiously for her reaction to his first attempt at cooking, she forced a smile and chewed the lumpy cream that tasted oddly like burnt, spoiled milk.

The soup itself was far too greasy, and when she finally managed to swallow it, a bitter aftertaste clung stubbornly to her tongue, one that no amount of lemonade could seem to wash away.

"Is it that bad?" Rohan asked, noticing how she gulped down the cup of lemonade as if trying to wash something unpleasant from her mouth. But his wife was far too lovely, and too kind, to criticize his cooking. She smiled sweetly and shook her head.

"Not at all. The taste... it’s not bad. Feed me more," she said, opening her mouth for another bite. But in her eyes, he could clearly see the silent dread, the quiet, pleading fear of having to swallow another spoonful of his disastrous soup.

Rohan had been confident he’d gotten it right. He had read the cookbook and followed every instruction in it. He frowned, then spooned the soup and brought it to his own mouth.

His face immediately scrunched up in utter disgust. "Bloody hell," he muttered under his breath, cursing as he stormed toward the stove. He grabbed the bowl and then the entire pot of soup like they had personally offended him.

Before Belle could even get a word in to stop him, he flung both items out the door. The pot landed with a loud crack! and struck a poor chicken outside, sending feathers flying and causing a chaotic frenzy of clucks and flapping wings.

Unbothered by the panicked squawking or the possibly traumatized hen, Rohan turned on his heel, marched to the basin, and began furiously scrubbing his tongue with water, as if trying to erase the very taste of the soup from existence.

"Fucking hell!" he cursed, wiping his mouth and turning back to his wife to complain. "The person who wrote that cookbook must have shit for brains, because I swear it wasn’t my fault. I followed every instruction and detail to make that soup! I even cooked the chicken exactly to get the broth like it said, and I milked the cow and all that. This isn’t on me, I did—"

Rohan stopped midsentence when he saw how hard Belle was trying to bite back her laughter.

"Are you laughing at me, sweetheart?" he asked with a playful glare.

She quickly shook her head, but the laughter she was holding in broke free. She laughed so hard, tears welled in her eyes. The sound was so contagious, so utterly beautiful, that he found himself laughing with her until his stomach hurt.

They tried to stop, but the moment their eyes met again, another wave of laughter overtook them until he sank to his knees before her. His hands reached up naturally, cupping her cheeks. His thumbs brushed away the lingering tears of laughter, and then gently, slowly, he guided her face down to his.

Their laughter quieted into a soft hush, a sacred pause where only the sound of their breath remained. And then he kissed her.

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