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Chapter 242: Gentle Hands-II
Elise felt her eyes getting drowsy. The warmth Ian's room had from the fireplace and his body heat, made her feel at peace and serene, also at the same time sleepy as she felt the most secure there.
Noticing it, Ian smiled and pushed her forward, "You should be getting to sleep now."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtElise pursed her lips. She still wants to stay here but then she was the person who had said that it wasn't good for unmarried people to sleep in one room. Elise knew Ian was a gentleman who would not disrespect her, but then no one knows when one's desire break lose. And although Ian was a gentleman, he was still a man and Elise was well aware of this.
When she pushed herself forward to shift her body so she could climb down the bed, Ian stopped her, "Wait," Elise turned her body, seeing him when he touched her bosom. She didn't say anything when watching him pulling the fabric and the ribbon to tie them to the hook.
"Is there still something else?" asked Elise as she smoothened her dress that creased when Ian had rolled the skirt together for his hand to access easily to her legs.
"Yes," Ian leaned forward and kissed her lips, taking her by surprise. "I forgot my goodnight kiss. Sleep well, Elise."
"Good night," Elise whispered back, and she went to the door. Leaving the room, her footsteps were slow before it turns to a dash as she made her way to her room with her cheeks colored in red.
Closing the door, she settled her forehead on the door, and a small sigh escaped from her lips.
Tonight was amazing to her for many reasons. She felt she was closer to Ian, not only her body but her mind as he told her a little about his past. She felt happy and somewhere scared because most of the time, when her happiness was at its peak sadness would come like a storm over her. And she wished that would not happen.
Bringing herself to the bed, Elise saw how Hallow's bed was empty. She wondered if he would be able to enter the room if it was locked, but then she didn't feel safe with the matter of sleepwalking that could happen because of the voodoo curse.
Deciding to make a very little gap from the door, Elise then pulled her blanket and fall asleep. For a long moment, the silence prevails in her room. The flames on the candles were some lighted on the cupboard near her bed where her body raced to.
The tiredness had come to her body that Elise didn't notice when her door was open wider. The gap that started small widened as something came inside her room. The part of the floor where the light from the candle shone on started to form a black shadow that moved on its own as if it was alive. The shadow grew closer, forming to a shadowy figure. The figure stared at her, watching and it stretched out its?hand to touch?Elise only to stop when it noticed something walking to the door.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"This shit still stay on my fur," cursed Hallow as he entered the room. He noticed how the door was opened wide, and his green eyes frowned, wondering why when he guessed that Elise must have left it open for him to enter.
He was happy that Elise thought so much for him, but noticing how he had smiled, Hallow quickly pushed the corner of his lips down. He should not feel happy at this! If he felt all smiley and yellow from Elise's gesture of kindness, he was sure he would regret it later when he had to abandon Elise.
He recalled when Beelzebub asked him about Sullivan. He had replied that he can't hear any of Elise's conversation which was half true as he could only hear a few things. He also couldn't ask Sullivan questions directly as what seemed to stay in the house wasn't Sullivan's ghost but the man's memory.
What was he doing searching for Heaven anyway? asked Hallow to himself as he shut the door close. He climbed on his bed then stared at Elise who seemed to be sleeping well. It was an elementary knowledge that Heaven is made up above the sky, which means it should be somewhere there. But it sounded to him as if Beelzebub wanted to go there. Unless the Demon has gone mad, it was close to impossible they would search for Heaven, but here Beelzebub wants to go to Heaven. action
The moment he realized something, Hallow's eyes widened. Was it possible that Beelzebub wanted to use both Elise and Ian as a chance for him to go to Heaven? Had the Demon indeed turn mad that he wants to sell Hell in exchange to live like an angel in Heaven?!!
Thinking that he had gotten to a very far and shocking conclusion, Hallow could only stare at the cupboard with his beak wide open. He wondered what he should do. Which side should he take?! If Heaven and Hell go to war which would win?
Meanwhile, Hallow was in a stunned situation, a person had stepped out from the castle. The butler with the redhead went to do his business with his one friendliest friend he had with him— his shovel.
He was about to plant flowers that suppose to bloom in winter late at night when his nose caught a very distinct smell. He lifted his head to the tree, a frown was evident on his forehead when he sensed something odd from the tree. Being a continuous watcher, he was sure that the part of the tree branches was tall in the evening yet now it seemed as if someone had trimmed it which shouldn't happen as trimming the tree would turn the entire tree barren.
Reaching out his hand there, he touched the branches that were cut, to see that blood on his finger when he pulled his hand away. The blood wasn't red in color but instead, it was black— it was a Demon's blood. Taking off his gloves, Maroon pulled out his handkerchief, dabbing the surface to the branches of the tree before pulling back to the mansion ready to wait in the Lord's study room when Ian had stood in front of him.