Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261: Dream house_Part 1

She was warm, and surprisingly comfortable. The feeling was a stark contrast to what she remembered until this moment, and it made her dread opening her eyes for fear that this was a dream, and she was still lying on the floor of that cold hallway, with a man looming over her, about to cut her...

She stilled, every muscle freezing with an awful realization that made her slowly lift her hand, without opening her eyes.

She brought the hand toward her stomach, beneath what felt like a soft fur blanket, and touched her belly.

The firm bulge made a wave of relief wash over her, and she finally dared to open her eyelids.

Brightness.

Too bright.

She quickly shut her eyes again and groaned at the sting in the back of her eyes, the sudden, hurtful light burning through her lids.

Letting her eyes remain closed, she tried instead to focus on her other senses. Her head hurt slightly, along with several parts of her body, but the ache was dull, barely noticeable, as she tried to move experimentally.

She could hear the soft, clear sounds of birds singing in the distance, and the faint sound of flowing water, like a river or creek running over rock, splashing and moving.

The sound was so soothing it almost lulled her back to sleep, but she fought it. She wasn’t certain where she was, or how such peaceful sounds could even be possible when the last thing she recalled was awful chaos and disaster.

A gently warm spring breeze kissed her cheeks, and she tried again to open her eyes, this time, slowly.

Light fluttered through her lashes like beams of sun through leaves, and when she finally opened her eyes completely, her vision blurred for a moment before clearing just enough to take in her surroundings.

A frown drew her brows together.

Where was she?

She was met with an unfamiliar brown wooden ceiling, plain and without a grand chandelier. The bedpost beside her, which held pink drapes tied to the side, was equally unfamiliar and simple.

To her right, a beam of afternoon sunlight streamed through an open window, where pink curtains swayed gently in the warm breeze drifting in. When she turned her head to the side, she saw a nightstand holding an empty bowl and several small bottles of ointment.

Belle knew she should be alarmed by her unfamiliar surroundings, but she wasn’t. Instead, she pushed herself into a sitting position to better look around, the movement of sitting down causing a little discomfort to shoot through her body.

The room was small compared to any bedroom she’d stayed in before. There was no vanity table, just a desk with a mirror. On the other side was a brown wooden screen. The bed she laid in was also smaller than she was used to, but soft, with light pink fur blankets and sheets.

Belle found herself smoothing her hands over the soft pink fur. She had always dreamed of having pink sheets and a fur blanket, and it astonished her that this looked exactly like what she had always wanted.

The room held a lingering scent of warm lavender, her favorite fragrance. The birdsong and the flowing water sounds... It was almost like she had woken from a nightmare and fallen straight into her dream home.

If this was a dream, then before she could be thrust back into a bitter reality, Belle decided to look around and see if everything she had ever imagined having in her simple home was here, just like the soft pink touches scattered across the room.

Back when she believed she would marry Jamie and live a quiet, peaceful life, she had secretly made plans for her future home. She had dreamed of how their bedchamber would look. And this... this came close.

She moved her legs off the bed and stood up with a little difficulty, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to explore. Just like in her dream home, there was a thick pink rug in the center of the room. The rug had a streak of flower patterns, and when she stepped onto it with her bare feet, it tickled her, making her smile.

A slight pain tugged at her cheek, almost making her grimace, a flash of the nightmare threatening to return, but she pushed it away, determined to enjoy this beautiful dream.

Feeling her baby stir inside her, she laid a hand over her stomach and made her way toward the open window, where the curtain swayed gently. Moving the sheer fabric aside, Belle stepped forward, and her eyes widened at the scenery outside. The sunlight made her squint slightly, but the beauty of it all brought another smile to her face.

There was indeed a flowing creek, its waters dancing over smooth stones. Fresh green grass blanketed the vast ground, with sunflowers and morning glories blooming across the yard. Butterflies in different shades fluttered around the blossoms, and chickens roamed freely, pecking at unseen insects. One of the roosters even crowed from somewhere nearby.

Belle was stunned. So stunned she let go of the sheer pink curtain and walked toward the door in a dazed, trance-like state.

She must be dreaming.

She stepped out and walked toward a narrow wooden staircase. The wood creaked beneath her feet as she made her way down the short flight of steps into the living space, an open area that combined the kitchen, dining, and sitting rooms into one warm and inviting space.

But what caught her attention first was the aroma of something delicious... the comforting smell of fresh coffee and something baking in the oven. Her stomach rumbled hungrily in response.

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