Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 60: Take It Away

Lilia wondered if her tear-blurred vision was playing tricks on her. Had she really seen that change in Zethan's eyes? The sharp glint that flickered for just a moment—was it real, or was her mind playing tricks on her?

Her heartbeat quickened as heat crept up her neck. The way Zethan's lips rested against her skin made her hyper-aware of his presence.

Before she could dwell on it further, the door opened, revealing the doctor, followed by a woman who appeared to be a cleaner. The woman carried well-organized cleaning equipment, her focus locked on wiping away the traces of blood that had dripped onto the floor.

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The doctor's eyes widened slightly as she took in the scene. Lilia's clothes were stained, the deep red contrasting starkly against the fabric. Zethan's shirt bore similar marks, as did the bedsheets beneath him. She inwardly berated herself for not assigning a nurse to stay with Lilia, though she knew why she hadn't.

Zethan had insisted on being alone with her before Lucas arrived, making it very clear that no one was to disturb them unless absolutely necessary.

Steeling herself, the doctor spoke quietly, trying to maintain her professionalism.

"Mr. Zethan, if it's okay with you, could you place her on the bed?"

Zethan shook his head. "No, you can do this here."

The doctor hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding in understanding. As if on cue, a nurse entered, carrying a tray of fresh bandages and wound treatment supplies. The doctor reached for Lilia's injured hand, but as her fingers brushed against Lilia's skin, a strange sensation crawled up her spine.

An overwhelming, suffocating aura radiated from Zethan.

She prided herself on maintaining composure in all situations. It was her job, after all—to remain calm, to exude confidence no matter the circumstance. And yet, under the weight of Zethan's presence, her control wavered. It wasn't just his aura. It was something else, something far beyond her understanding.

Her hand trembled.

Lilia, meanwhile, refused to meet anyone's gaze, slightly embarrassed by how unwilling Zethan was to let her go, Not to mention the position they were in—why did it always seem like it affected her more than him? Her face was flushed crimson, while he remained calm and collected. Maybe he was just used to this.

His grip on her was firm, secure, as though even the idea of putting her down was unthinkable.

She hissed softly as the doctor cleaned the wound, the sting sharp despite the gentleness of the touch.

Zethan's voice was slow, deliberate. "Be careful."

Two simple words. Yet they carried such weight that the doctor's body tensed, a chill running down her spine. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to be more cautious than she had ever been in her career.

And Zethan, as if sensing Lilia's discomfort, gently ran his fingers through her hair in an attempt to soothe her.

The soothing sensation of his hands running through her hair was something else entirely. If not for the fact that he was trying to ease her pain, she might have thought he was trying to give her an ASMR experience.

The doctor focused on her task, her hands steadying—not out of confidence, but sheer necessity.

She knew exactly who Zethan Lyall was. There was no doubt in her mind that with just a tap of his finger, everything she had worked for—her degrees, her master's, her PhD, and all her years of rigorous training—could become meaningless in an instant. Useless. Forgotten.

And knowing him, he could ensure she wouldn't get a job anywhere—not even a basic one, like working in a coffee shop.

That was why she had taken every possible precaution when dealing with him. The nurses, who were usually responsible for handling such treatments, had been pushed aside. She had taken it upon herself to tend to Lilia personally, ensuring that nothing—absolutely nothing—went wrong.

Even the nurse assisting her, who merely held the equipment, was trembling. Her face had paled, as though the very air around Zethan was stripping away her composure.

Forcing herself to remain steady, the doctor exhaled quietly and mustered a smile. Outwardly, she projected calm. Inwardly, she was barely holding herself together.

Finally, she spoke. "Mr. Zethan, I am done."

Zethan shook his head. The doctor merely nodded, understanding the unspoken message. Without another word, she turned and left.

Lilia, still cradled in his arms, struggled to process what had just happened. Had Zethan really spoken to a doctor like that? A woman of such high status and expertise had just been reduced to nothing in his presence.

How does this man have a way of making even the most powerful people seem so... small?

A soft knock echoed against the door.

The doctor entered again, carrying a large, well-packaged bundle of food in one hand and a small tray with a bottle of water in the other. As she approached the bed where Zethan sat, she pressed a button, and a table extended from the bedside. She carefully placed the packages and the water on top before speaking.

"Mr. Zethan, Mr. Lucas had been waiting outside. Since he mentioned these were the things you sent for, I took the liberty of bringing them in."

Zethan nodded in acknowledgment.

"You may leave," he said coolly.

Before she could go, however, she hesitated and then spoke. "Mr. Zethan, I apologize for the delay—"

Zethan shook his head, cutting her off with a wave of his hand, clearly growing bored with her presence. The lady quickly understood and turned to leave.

Lilia, watching the exchange, instinctively tried to sit up, but Zethan shook his head. "Don't."

Realizing what he meant, he shifted slightly, adjusting her position until she was sitting properly on his lap.

Her eyes flickered toward the bag as he unzipped it. She blinked. Meals?

Zethan removed a particular container, placing it in front of her. The aroma drifted up, warm and familiar.

Was that... soup?

Then, with practiced precision, Zethan began organizing the table. Despite his lean build, everything about him exuded precision and control. Each dish was placed meticulously, ensuring nothing was out of place.

What made his movements feel even more significant was the way his hands were positioned—one securely wrapped around her waist as she sat on his lap, while the other skillfully arranged the table. Despite using only his left hand, every motion was precise, fluid, and effortlessly controlled, as if he had done this a thousand times before.

Once everything was arranged, he finally took out a fruit salad, setting it aside before opening a bottle of what appeared to be a herbal drink. The liquid inside was a deep green.

Lilia glanced at it and asked, "What is that?"

Zethan shrugged. He wasn't entirely sure, but if Lucas had taken the time to buy it, it had to be something beneficial. As he rummaged through the bag, he noticed a neatly folded note inside.

'Boss, Please ensure Young Miss drinks the green herbal drink first before eating.'

Zethan turned toward her, picking up the bottle. Without hesitation, he twisted the cap open and held it out to her.

"Here. Drink this first before you eat."

Lilia looked at him, then at the drink in his hand. A strange feeling crept over her.

Why did she feel like this was going to be bitter?

Zethan frowned, realizing that Lilia had no intention of drinking the herbal concoction. His gaze darkened slightly before he spoke, his voice calm but firm.

"Let's do it this way—I'll drink it first, then you will too. Is that fair?"

She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously, watching as he lifted the bottle to his lips. If he so much as flinched at the taste, she wouldn't take even a sip.

But to her surprise, instead of grimacing, a slow grin spread across his lips.

She hesitated. Did he actually enjoy it? Or was he just messing with her?

Before she could overthink it, he handed her the bottle and adjusted her position, his hand supporting her back gently. "Here. Now you drink."

Lilia brought the drink to her lips. The scent was surprisingly pleasant, and for a moment, she thought it wouldn't be too bad. Encouraged, she took a large gulp—only for her eyes to widen in shock as an intense bitterness coated her tongue.

Zethan chuckled as he watched her expression shift from curiosity to betrayal. "Gulp it down," he murmured, amusement flickering in his eyes. "All of it."

With no other choice, she forced the rest down, her face contorting slightly.

As soon as she finished, she turned to him with an incredulous look.

He laughed, deep and rich, watching as her small tongue poked out repeatedly, trying to rid herself of the bitterness. His gaze darted to her tongue.

Before Lilia could react, Zethan leaned in, his warm breath fanning against her lips as he caught her tongue with his own.

"Let me take the bitterness away, my wife," he whispered, before slowly licking along the length of her tongue.