Allure Of The Night
chapter-301

As the hours in the day passed in Skellington, in the town of Meadow, Rosetta had arrived early in the noon after realising it was safer than spending time with dead people there. She didn't understand how Eugene could live in a haunted place.

She came right around the time when a few things from Dawson's residence were being loaded into a carriage that was sent by Vincent. It seemed less like a carriage and more like a wagon to her.

Eugene sucked in his breath when he saw the vampiress, wondering if his plans to scare her from here had backfired on him.

"Good afternoon, Lady Rosetta," he offered her a polite bow.

"Good afternoon, Eugene," Rosetta greeted him, trying to be polite to him, something she had never paid attention to in the past. She stepped inside the house, waiting for him to come in, but he was busy shifting things. Seeing how he was standing outside, under the sun's rays, she demanded, "I would like to have a cup of tea."

Eugene turned around and replied, "There's no milk in the house," because the last glass of milk was licked and gulped by the greedy black cat.

"I can drink water. I am parched."

Eugene excused himself from the men who were loading things and entered the kitchen. Rosetta, unable to keep herself in one place, followed him to the kitchen. Rosetta didn't realise that as she spoke to this man, her body subtly swayed out of happiness. But to the human in the room, her movement looked nothing less than a cat that was readying itself to pounce on him.

A sweat broke on Eugene's neck, and it slid from the ends of his hair to seep underneath his shirt. This was something Rosetta noticed, not knowing her staring and admiring the man in front of her, especially at his neck, was scaring him to death.

Rosetta asked Eugene, "What did you have for your breakfast?"

Eugene wondered why the vampiress was asking him about his meal. Was it because she wanted to make sure that his blood had quality before she would sink her fangs in his neck? She could have asked what he made, but no. She had asked what 'he' ate.

"Nothing, milady. I have decided to starve for the day," Eugene internally nodded, this way the vampiress wouldn't find his blood to be appeasing.

"That is not right, you should eat well or I will be worried if you turn weak," Rosetta blurted the words, before her face turned pink and she cleared her throat.

Eugene didn't understand why this vampiress was keeping an eye on his blood, when she could easily afford to drink from someone else! Was this what forbidden fruit meant? The longer he tried to keep himself alive, the more this vampiress turned fascinated by his blood to drink!

Rosetta said, "You look after Eve, but who will look after you?" Then she quickly added, "Not that I will, but my servants can." But everything the vampiress said, Eugene was oblivious to her growing affections towards him and he looked at her with wariness.

"Thank you for your concern, but I am fine," Eugene offered the young woman a stiff smile. He then said, "Looking after Miss Eve is my duty and I am happy that she treats me as her own family, better than most would along with Lady Aubrey."

Rosetta felt a hint of enviousness in her chest, that the man's attention that she wanted was occupied by her friend. She pursed her lips and asked, "What about marriage? Do you plan to keep on serving the Dawson's without having a family?"

This was Rosetta's subtlest way to ask if Eugene had someone on his mind. Eugen replied, "I am content with how my life has been going until now, Lady Rosetta. Serving the Dawson's family is what has made me happy and I would like to spend the rest of my life the same way."

Rosetta wondered how to approach him with the right question, because she wasn't prepared to confess to this man yet. Every time she mustered the courage, it felt like she had nothing but anxiousness in her stomach that was going to make her sick. For a moment, she wondered if she was really sick. What if she was?

Eugene looked at the vampiress, who appeared to be in deep thought, and he walked out of the kitchen. Realising he had left the kitchen, she placed the glass on the island and quickly followed him. She asked him,

"How many other things are going to be loaded into the carriage?"

"The carriage will need to make three more trips. You should go back to your mansion, milady. I am sure there are better things to do than watch things be loaded," Eugene didn't see the point of the lady being here when Eve wasn't going to be back soon.

Rosetta waved her hand, stepping out of the house, and she moved to the side. She said, "This is nothing, I have done other more boring things compared to watching things being loaded. And I am not bored. I think it is fascinating, especially with how everything is being fit, you--"

Eugene's eyes widened, when Rosetta kicked one of his pots. The black cat and Rosetta were meant for each other in creating a mess in his garden.

"This stupid pot," Rosetta muttered under her breath, "I didn't even notice it was here, how did it come here? Where was I again?" She asked absentmindedly.

"Ah, yes, it must be nice to have Eve around, because she is so nice to me and everyone else. But, she is going to get married to someone one day, you plan to move where she goes? Haven't you thought of changing positions?"

Rosetta wondered if Eugene would be swayed by the idea of marrying a woman from high society. Of course it was none other than herself. Most of the people she knew married for status and wealth, even people who belonged to the high society to improve and better themselves.

Eugene smiled at her, which had Rosetta's heart skip a beat, and he replied,

"No." He finished instructing one of the men, who carried the table out of the house, and then turned to the vampiress, who seemed chattier than usual. He said, "I am happy where I am. And even if I marry, I will find a woman who is willing to clean the dishes in the kitchen and mop the floor of this house."

Rosetta was left speechless and stared at him as if all her hopes had been drowned by the requirements of the woman he wanted to marry. Clean dish? Mop floor? Those things didn't exist in the spoiled vampiress's life.

"W-what if she doesn't want to do it?" Rosetta asked him with a slight frown.

"When I marry, I will marry a woman who can help me with the house chores. Excuse me, milady," Eugene stepped inside the house while Rosetta wondered why her life had turned so difficult. Did this mean she would have to live a life of a maid?