Belle Adams' Butler
Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~
Friend- Part 3
"He's a nice man," Belle responded back, "But…"
"But he's not Lucas."
Belle's eyes snapped towards Simon wondering when and how he found out about it, "What?"
"I was joking. Your butler appears stern and never out of line, like a perfectionist so I thought you might be looking at him as a role model," Simon shrugged his shoulders but with the way Belle looked at him, he asked, "Really?" he started to laugh and Belle turned away to sip from her teacup, "Don't look upset, your secret is safe with me."
"Why are you laughing?" she asked slightly annoyed.
"My bad," he said, controlling his laugh, "I think I somewhere understand why he doesn't like me. The day you jumped into his arms proclaiming to be his bride, I told I would take you as my bride. Of course, I meant it as a joke," Belle couldn't believe how many others had heard this and remembered it, "He must be thinking I want to take you to bed and pounce on you."