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~
Tending- Part 1
Lucas and Belle continued to walk until Belle finally stopped walking to complain, "My legs hurt," she refused to take another step that had Lucas turn around to look at her with a distance of four steps away from each other.
"Did you hurt your feet too?" he asked her, looking down at her legs that were covered in the dark-colored skirt and then at her feet.
"I must have scraped during the tumble of the carriage," Belle answered him. She had felt the sting in her leg but she hadn't bothered herself as she had been listening to Lucas speak and now that silence fell around them, the pain started to make known to her.
She saw him kneel down in front of her and bring his hands near her legs. He ran the back of his hand across her leg from her knee to her ankle, an action that had her heart hitch in her chest. He ran his hand against her other leg and she flinched when his fingers pressed against a possible wound.