Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 50: All He Had To Say

Zethan's eyes drank in her figure, his lips curling into a satisfied smile.

From her perfectly curvy breasts—not too large, not too small—to her slim, petite waist, curvy hips, and flawless skin, everything about her was just too perfect. Every inch of her seemed to have been sculpted to test his patience, and right now, that patience was hanging by a thread.

She was breathtaking.

And she was his.

"What's wrong, Loris? You can't do that?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice.

Her face was already flushed red, her delicate hands twisting into the sheets as she struggled to process his request. He watched as her lips parted slightly, a nervous breath escaping before she forced them shut again.

Zethan tilted his head slightly, intrigued.

He had pushed his innocent wife earlier, guiding her step by step into a world she had never known. And she had tried—despite her nervous stammers, her hesitant hands, her wide, uncertain eyes, and her determined breath.

Yet, this... this was different.

She seemed utterly frozen.

"Y-You... want me to... w-wiggle on your... face?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

The words, spoken so hesitantly, sent a dark satisfaction coursing through him.

Zethan nodded, his amusement only growing as he watched her sink deeper into the sheets, as if willing herself to disappear into them.

So adorable.

She had managed everything else, even when she thought she couldn't. She had taken every challenge, no matter how difficult, no matter how much she blushed and fumbled through it.

And yet, here she was, utterly lost in disbelief.

Just as Lilia opened her mouth—perhaps to protest, perhaps to attempt a response—a soft knock echoed through the room.

The sound shattered the moment.

Zethan's gaze darkened in an instant.

Lilia turned toward him, expecting to find the same teasing amusement in his eyes. But it was gone.

In the blink of an eye, all the warmth, all the lighthearted mischief in his expression had vanished. In its place was something unreadable, something cold and distant.

"Cover yourself, Loris," he ordered his voice firm.

Lilia stiffened at the sudden change in his tone.

It was as if what had happened moments ago had never happened at all.

Though his voice remained composed, there was a flicker of displeasure in his expression, a subtle but undeniable irritation at the disturbance. Whoever stood beyond that door had earned his ire, whether they realized it or not.

Lilia, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, obeyed without hesitation. She shifted forward on the bed, pulling the duvet over herself just as he had instructed.

The knock came again.

Softer

A muscle in Zethan's jaw twitched before he shifted his gaze toward the door.

The tension in the room was suffocating.

Lilia watched him closely, her heart pounding in her chest as he rose from the bed with slow, deliberate movements.

After a moment, the door opened.

It wasn't long before Zethan arrived.

Lilia barely had time to process his presence before he reached for a black coat draped over the chair near the window.

She frowned.

Where was he going?

Panic surged through her before she could stop it.

"Are you going somewhere?" she asked, her voice quieter than she intended.

She didn't know why she felt so uneasy.

It wasn't that late—perhaps later than she would have liked, but still within the bounds of reason. And yet, the mere thought of him leaving now, after everything, unsettled her in a way she couldn't explain.

Zethan didn't look at her immediately. Instead, he slipped into his coat, adjusting the collar with a methodical precision. Only once he was finished did he turn to her.

His expression was unreadable.

"There's something serious I need to attend to," he said simply. "Go to bed now, Loris."

Lilia felt her heart drop.

That was it?

That was all he had to say?

She had expected... she didn't know what, exactly. A further explanation? A reassurance? Something more than this cold, detached command?

Disappointment flickered across her face.

How could he expect her to simply go to sleep?

Her lips trembled slightly as she stared at him.

What was this feeling?

Was she about to cry?

No, that was ridiculous. She had no reason to cry.

She was just upset.

Yes.

That was all.

She didn't say a word.

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Zethan stepped closer to the bed, the air shifting slightly with his movement. His presence was warm, and commanding.

Lilia held her breath as he leaned in.

Without warning, his tongue traced the curve of her cheek—slow, deliberate, hot.

Her entire body stiffened.

Her mind paused.

Her heart hammered.

Shock and disbelief flashed across her face as she stared at him, unable to process what had just happened.

He pulled away just slightly, his voice low, soothing.

"I'll be back sooner than you think, my wife."

'My wife'

The words rolled off his tongue effortlessly, silky and natural—like they belonged to him alone, like no one else had the right to say them.

Lilia swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.

She turned to look at him, her breath hitching at the small smile playing on his lips.

Before she could react, he leaned in once more, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

Her eyes widened at the unexpected gesture.

And just like that, he pulled the duvet over her, tucking her in with a gentleness that left her breathless.

"Go to bed now," he murmured.

Lilia found herself nodding, the weight of his gaze leaving no room for argument.

"Goodnight," she whispered.

Zethan gave a slight nod in return.

"Goodnight, Loris."

Her heart skipped a beat.

She hadn't expected him to actually reply.

For a long moment, she simply lay there, letting the silence settle around her.

Then, blinking slowly, she closed her eyes.

Just for a second.

Only when she opened them again, he was gone.

Vanished.

As if he had disappeared into thin air.

Had she really closed her eyes for that long?

Or had she simply been too tired to notice his departure?

She couldn't tell.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips.

Slowly, she bit her lip before turning onto her side, allowing sleep to finally take over.

************

Days had passed—more than Lilia had realized.

She stood outside, dressed in a blue floral-patterned sundress, watering the black flower that had somehow become a part of her daily routine.

She wasn't sure why she had grown so attached to it.

Maybe it was its rare beauty, the way the water made its petals glisten, as if tiny specks of hidden glitter exploded in the sunlight.

Maybe it was the way it stood out among all the other flowers—different, unique, special.

Or maybe... maybe it was because it reminded her of something she couldn't quite put into words.

A feeling.

A memory.

A presence.

As she poured the water carefully over the delicate petals, Evie stood beside her.

"Are there any other plans for me today?"Lilia asked without looking up.

Evie shook her head. "No, Miss Lilia. So far, I'd say you're doing very well with the exercises."

Lilia gave a small nod.

Evie added, "Just focus on drinking more water, Miss Lilia."

Another nod.

But Lilia wasn't thinking about water.

She wasn't thinking about exercises.

She was thinking about him.

She missed Zethan

Dearly.

She didn't understand why.

Wasn't she supposed to be happy that he was gone?

Wasn't she supposed to feel relieved to finally have space to herself?

Instead, there was only a deep, aching loneliness.

Like he had unknowingly filled a void within her.

Like she had grown accustomed to his presence without realizing it.

A slow, almost painful smile touched her lips as she continued watering the flower.

Right on cue, the sun shone brightly, catching the petals and making them glimmer.

"They're getting healthier," she murmured.

Evie nodded. "Yes, Miss Lilia. You seem to have a gift for flowers."

Naomi shook her head slightly. "I don't really know... but thanks."

Just then, a male figure approached.

He bowed respectfully to Lilia before turning his attention to Evie.

Evie glanced at Lilia before speaking.

"Miss Lilia, please excuse me for a moment. I need to speak with him—it seems there's some important information I need to know."

Lilia gave a small nod.

Turning her attention back to the flowers, Lilia studied them closely. She still couldn't identify their kind—nothing about them matched any she had seen before, not even the rare Senerp flowers. Their scarcity only made them more mysterious, as if they existed outside the reach of ordinary discovery.

But beyond their rarity, these flowers carried memories—far more than she could put into words.

They were the very same ones she had crushed beneath her feet the night of her escape.

A quiet chuckle escaped her lips as she traced the delicate petals, recalling how desperate and clumsy she must have looked that night. It felt like a lifetime ago.

Just then, Evie returned.

Her expression was unreadable as she spoke.

"Miss Lilia, it seems Mr. Zethan will be arriving today."