Belle Adams' Butler Chapter 87 – Care- Part 1

Lucas noticed the way Belle kept darting her eyes back and forth at him to only look back at her food when she realized he was already looking at her. There were times when Belle thought he wasn’t looking at her but what she didn’t know was that he had always been looking at her, enough to study and understand what she was thinking at the moment. 

After her questions had been answered, the room had fallen quiet for them to be able to hear the crackling sounds of the logs of wood burning in the fireplace. 

Belle didn’t go to ask him more questions tonight as she didn’t know what else Lucas had up his sleeve and would use to trick and scare her. But she was stubborn too. Something told her he wasn’t the pond and he was instead the sea that could swallow her up. 

“How was your time with Mr. Edmond? Mrs. Edmond sent another invitation for lunch again,” said Lucas to her.

“He’s a good man,” Belle replied back. The man had politely accepted without her even needing to tell anything, “He said we could be good friends.”

“How nice of him,” Lucas responded back nonchalantly. 

Belle picked up the glass of blood that was on the table, to say, “He said something about being someone’s bride,” and she took a sip from it, noticing how Lucas’ eyes flickered at her. 

“Whose bride?” Lucas questioned as if he had no clue what she was speaking about.

As Lucas had spent his time learning about things around him, Belle had grown up looking up at Lucas. Though the man appeared aloof, she had noticed how he would get annoyed while putting up a polite smile. 

Belle wondered if she was to take the direct approach again. The last time she had done it, it had turned her nerves errant and she didn’t know what to do. Lucas was too smart in handling her and she had to use a surprise attack, thought Belle to herself. 

She refused to believe that he was a cold hearted vampire who lacked any feelings. If he didn’t have a heart then he would have never got angry or would have reprimanded people who had tried to upset her for no reason. Her thoughts went to the time when she was still growing up and she might have been at the age of fifteen. 

It was the time of Winter when they were invited to Mrs. Robbinson’s mansion for the time of Hallow celebration, something that was very similar to Halloween which was celebrated by the humans. Belle had been talking to Mr. Wyat who was an excellent pianist and in the thought of him teaching her, they had gone to the piano room so that he could play some songs and if possible also teach her. 

“You need to know the difference between the black and the white keys,” said Mr. Wyat, his fingers moving across the instrument where he was seated in front of it. 

Belle who had no governance had missed a lot of learning another reason being, she had never been fascinated by the instrument until this evening. 

“How long does it take to play that fast?” Belle asked, looking at his hands in fascination. They moved so quickly creating wonderful music that reflected back in the music room of the mansion. She then looked at Mr. Wyat’s face who turned to look at her. 

“I have been playing since I was five, Lady Belle. If you hire a good teacher, you should be able to learn it soon,” he encouraged her, “Here let me show you an easier piece. You can take the right side and I shall play on the left.”

Excited, she had taken her seat and had played along with him to her glee. When the piece was done, Mr. Wyat asked, “Finding it difficult?”

Belle said, “No, it is easier than I thought.”

The vampire laughed at her straight words where she didn’t try to be modest about her fast ability to learn, “You must be very talented,” he praised her to see the girl smile. 

Realizing she had spent away from her parents for quite some time now, she said, “I guess we should get back,” and saw the man nod his head to have both of them get up from the bench. When she tried to push the door, the door didn’t open and when she tried to turn the knob, Belle was pulled back by Mr. Wyat to be pushed against the wall. 

The man smiled looking down at her and got closer, “What are you doing? Open the door, Mr. Wyat,” she said to him alarmed.

“Doing what we came here to do,” when the man got closer, Belle raised her legs to kick the man in his stomach hard enough to bring him pain and she quickly opened the door starting to walk. 

The music room was on the other side of the mansion and therefore the man caught up to her and turned her by twisting her arm around, “Stop acting coy and hard to please,” he pushed her against the wall and Belle used her shoes to kick the man’s feet who yelped to only twist her hand more. 

Mr. Wyat had then been ripped away, freeing her and Belle saw it was Lucas who stood twisting the vampire’s arm. Bell was shaken as it was the first time she had experienced something like this, she saw Lucas look at her with a smile, 

“Miss Pauline was looking for you in the hallways,” he said to her and she quickly nodded her head and ran away from there. 

The next day when Belle had tried to thank her butler, he had said, “Let’s not mention it,” he had placed his finger on his lips, a secret between them. After all, one word about it and rumors would surround her and it was always the female who took the blame…