Accidentally

The night was getting late. Daniela had been sleeping since a few hours ago after dinner was finished. However, not with Lavelle, who was still awake in her chaotic mind since that afternoon even though the frenzy of several maids no longer sounded a sign that they had started to rest, although there might be a few maids to stay awake to do their unfinished work. Lavelle couldn’t fall asleep, and she couldn’t even close her eyes for a minute.





The vision of Theophile always lingered in his memory. In fact, it was almost like a poison that had begun to spread and regenerate in Lavelle’s organs. Since that afternoon’s kiss, Lavelle had become very awkward to meet Theophile. Lavelle couldn’t even explain her own feelings at that moment.





Lavelle felt a strange feeling now welling up inside her, an explosive feeling of pleasure like popcorn that had just been put in the oven. However, she was also very annoyed with herself for being too foolish and liked to be tortured by such unstable emotions. Lavelle wanted to curse and scream as loud as she could to let go of all the consequences in her mind. However, Theophile re-enters her mind for no apparent reason. Lavelle is afraid to love and make others love her. It all brought her back into doubt.





She took a deep breath, then got out of bed and headed for the large window in the luxurious room. She slowly opened the thick curtain made of expensive cloth, glancing at the sleepy light emitted by the various garden lights in the courtyard below. Meanwhile, her eyes turned to the open window in the opposite room to see Theophile busy reading a thick book with a black cover and gold engraving.




Lavelle glanced at him, and was a little afraid Theophile would notice that Lavelle was staring at him at that moment. Even so, Lavelle was also very curious about what book Theophile was reading that late night, and a weird question made her think about it.




Do vampires have yearbooks too? Do vampires also like to read books where it’s obvious they’re more intelligent than a professor?




A laughable question immediately crossed Lavelle’s mind that night, a question that made her even have to think further to find the answer to be understood. Lavelle guessed several times until she thought again when her lips met the handsome vampire’s lips. Lavelle thought hysterically and cursed stupidly. Lavelle tapped her head, trying to shake off the bad image.





“You fool, why do you always think about that incident?” Lavelle groaned quietly in her heart.




Then, unexpectedly, Theophile turned and found Lavelle standing at her bedroom window and staring intensely at Theophile from her own room. Theophile smiled faintly, a smile that seemed to be the one that shook Lavelle the most this time. Then, the handsome vampire walked closer to the window and opened the door to his bedroom balcony, and he waved his hand to Lavelle for a few minutes.




“Do you want to talk to me, sweetie? It looks like you can’t fall asleep because of something that’s bothering you, huh?”





Lavelle was surprised to hear Theophile’s question even though their rooms were quite far apart. But how could Lavelle hear Theophile’s question? Was she now a vampire because she was bitten by theophile? But isn’t that impossible? Lavelle hadn’t even felt a gene transformation in her body since that afternoon. So, how could she hear and chat with Theophile without speaking a word?




“Sweetie, why does your face look that surprised?” 




“Umh ... how could I possibly hear your voice? The distance between us is so great. How could that be, Theophile?” Lavelle answered Theophile’s question in her mind. In fact, she felt that this was just an illusion.




Theophile smirked. “Have you forgotten what happened to us this afternoon?”




“Are you saying it could have happened by accident?” asked Lavelle.





“You always remember that, don’t you?”





“So, what are you talking about? Is it because of your bite? Am I going to be a vampire?” asked Lavelle, a little confused.





“Umh… I think it’s because of the intense touch between us that allows us to communicate like this, or perhaps it’s because my love for you extraordinarily can’t be hidden anymore, and that’s why we can communicate with each other like this,” replied Theophile.




“You are crazy! How can love cause us to be able to talk to each other in our hearts like that, huh? Are you purposefully making me like this? If I can’t return to my extended family, I will kill you.”




“Oh, sweetie. Even if I die, I believe our love will last forever, for a second life and beyond.”





“You are such an annoying creature!”





“I am sorry, Sweetie. By the way, why aren’t you sleeping? It’s almost eleven o’clock at night, and you should sleep and don’t stay up late if you want to get fresh in the morning.”




“Is answering your question truly that important?” Lavelle asked back in an indifferent tone.




“Actually, I don’t want to say that answering my question is very important. However, I’m also worried if you get sick from sleeping too late,” replied Theophile, “You are my future wife, and I care about your health.”




Lavelle rolled her eyes lazily, and without answering Theophile’s words, she quickly closed the thick curtain and left Theophile.




“Sleep, and dream of me.”




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The breakfast table was a little quiet, and the only sound was the sound of spoons and forks clashing against plates. Several maids seemed to be going back and forth to pour drinks into each glass. Then lowered a plate of roast turkey smothered in lemon and honey sauce, a dish of plain bread that looked like it had just been taken out of the toaster, then some fresh fruit that was still moist.





“You’re getting closer every day, Theo,” Johnny spoke up, occasionally chewing the food he’d just put in his mouth.





Theophile looked up with a chicken katsu fork in front of him. “What are you discussing?”





“So, when did you two get married?” a question that came out of Johnny’s mouth made Lavelle choke on an omelet with a very spicy pepper sauce.




Daniela and Mark, confused about the direction of Johnny’s conversation, tried to help bring water for Lavelle, who was still coughing and almost throwing up there. Daniela gently stroked Lavelle’s back, trying to ease the pain in Lavelle’s throat at that moment. Then, she also didn’t forget to pour mineral water for Lavelle again.





“Eat slowly. You don’t need to be in a hurry,” Theophile said, then took a few red cherries from the plate and rolled them over to Lavelle.





“Ouch! Uhhhhh!”




“Did I misspoke?” asked Johnny with a puzzled look on his face because, after saying a question that should have seemed natural, since it seemed that Theophile and Lavelle favored each other.




“Um… what exactly do you mean, Brother?” asked Mark with an innocent face, answered by a nod from Shotaro and Hendery.




“Gosh, don’t you understand what I mean at all? I was talking about you two this morning,” Johnny replied as he continued eating.





Theophile was confused for a few minutes, then took another breath and saw Lavelle blushing at Johnny’s impulsive question. “Why did we have to get married so soon? Doesn’t marriage have to be approved by both families? Besides, we’ll need a long time to talk this through. “




“I see, actually we agree if you two get married… wouldn’t it be better if Big Brother Tristan found his true love?” Mark asked, “It’s been quite a while since Theophile sent that evil woman into the Moon Goddes’ cursed hell.”




“But I don’t agree,” Daniela cut in. “I would never let my best friend marry someone she doesn’t love.”




“But Miss Montefalco… don’t you see with your own eyes and head that there is a seed of love growing for no reason between the two of them? I’m sure they have the same feelings for each other, “answered Johnny.




“Close doesn’t mean love, right? Besides, how many times have I told you… I want to go home,” Lavelle said.




“Don’t you enjoy living here?” Johnny asked, “You can invent anything you like, you can do whatever you like, even if you want to create a beautiful universe...”




“She just said she wanted to go home. Can you guys not push like that?” Daniela asked in such a pressing tone.




“Gosh, I don’t think this is the right time to be discussing this at the dinner table. We’d better get on with this breakfast and get back to having fun later,” Theophile mumbled, averting his eyes and returning to the chicken katsu in front of him.




Lavelle quickly handed over the plate, which was still full of omelets. She went up to leave the table, to take the antipsychotics she often took or an antidepressant, so she could forget the anxiety that always greeted her so warmly, as if it didn’t want to be far from her life.





But a minor accident that caused her feet to stumble on the unevenly folded and puffy carpet, Lavelle almost slammed her forehead against the corner of the table, which was very sharp and not protected by any silicone. Fortunately, Theophile’s hand was holding Lavelle’s body again, as if it was so sensitive to the dangers that constantly stalked his loved ones. The nerves in Theophile’s body were so graceful.




“Be careful not to rush while walking.” Theophile helped Lavelle up and smiled faintly. “You have sprained one of your legs, don’t let your other leg be sprained too.”





“Thank you.”




“I see that Theophile is well-suited to protecting a woman like Lavelle, and I guess there’s no harm in guessing, right?” Johnny cupped his chin with one of his hands. “But, if I look at it again, it seems like Lavelle is still a sweet teenager who likes to have fun with friends her age.”





“Johnny, I beg you… don’t bring this up again if Lavelle feels uncomfortable. She’s not like us, and what’s more, is that she just got to know us.”




“I just hope you two get married soon.”