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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~

Belle Adams' Butler

Belle saw her mother take a seat to take a sip from the teacup, enjoying every drop that made Belle question if the woman who she had been calling as her mother was truly her mother.

When they both heard some sound come from the ground floor, Belle's body froze and she looked at the surface of the table before saying, "Would you like to have something with blood tea? Cassie made these amazing butter cookies that were baked yesterday," she tried her best to behave normal and shift her mother's attention back to her.

God only knew if it was Barron who was crashing things again or if it was Councilman Joshua who was trying to make his way out of the study room.

"Did you hear that sound?" asked her mother.

"Sound?" asked Belle with an oblivious look on her face, "What sound, mama?"

"It felt like something fell," said her mother who had her head turned, looking at the door of the kitchen which led outside to the other parts of the mansion.

We don't want visitors! - Part 4