Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 62: CHOO

Zethan suddenly froze, his grin widening in shock before he spoke.

"Oh, Loris, you have no idea what you're saying or what you're getting yourself into."

His voice was low, almost teasing, yet there was something deeper behind it—something unreadable.

His eyes drifted downward, stopping at her lap, where her delicate fingers had intertwined with his. She was touching him. Not just touching him—holding him.

Had she truly not realized what she was doing?

His Loris... so utterly unaware.

His hand, strong and firm, rested against her lap, and yet she had made no move to remove it—no hesitation, no sign of discomfort. She had placed it there. Innocently, yes, but still...

A slow, amused smirk pulled at Zethan's lips.

This wife of his truly had no idea.

He could see it in her eyes—the oblivious trust, the lack of understanding. Did she not understand what this meant? Did she not feel the weight of her actions?

Zethan said nothing, only watching her, his expression unreadable.

Then, as if sensing something, Lilia blinked and quickly pulled her hand away.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her movements sharp and sudden, as if shielding herself.

But she shook her head.

"Yes, I do I know exactly what I'm saying."

Her voice was firm, but her hands clenched against her arms, betraying her nerves.

Zethan chuckled.

He reached out, brushing his fingers against her cheek. His touch was gentle, teasing. He pinched her cheek lightly, tilting her chin so she had no choice but to meet his gaze.

He stared at her for a long moment.

Then, finally, he leaned in, his voice dropping into a whisper.

"I need to settle this," he murmured. "To stop it from happening again."

Lilia hesitated, her heart pounding.

Her mind screamed at her to say something—to stop him, to argue, to make him stay.

But what could she say?

Zethan spoke again, his voice firmer this time.

"Do you really want to keep encountering accidents like this?"

She shook her head.

No. She didn't.

But...

Things wouldn't always go her way. She had to understand that.

Still, the idea of him leaving—of him walking out that door again...

She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay strong.

He was right. It was better for him to resolve this now.

"I need to handle this so it won't happen again," Zethan repeated, his gaze firm. "Do you understand?"

She nodded, but her lips trembled slightly.

He saw it.

He saw how hard she was trying to suppress her emotions.

Zethan exhaled, reaching out. With deliberate slowness, he turned her face slightly to the side, his thumb grazing over her jawline.

"I'll be back before you know it," he promised.

Lilia wanted to believe him.

She really did.

But...

Her voice wavered as she spoke.

"How can I be sure you won't get hurt again? What if they—" She bit her lip, unable to finish. "Just... what if they...?"

Her lips trembled.

Why was she about to cry?

Was it because she had become so used to Zethan's presence? Had she... had she really become that spoiled by him? She could no longer hold back her emotions.

It wasn't like before.

Back home, she had always hidden them—masked them, buried them deep within.

But with him...

She couldn't.

Zethan leaned in, his warm breath fanning against her cheek.

"You underestimate me a lot, my wife." His voice was low, smooth, and confident.

But before she could respond, she found herself moving closer, drawn in by something she couldn't quite explain. Her nose almost brushed against his as she whispered,

"What if I come with you?"

Zethan stilled.

His expression darkened slightly, displeasure flashing across his features.

"No."

His response was immediate.

"You need to focus on your health first." Lilia frowned.

"But you're not fine either." Her voice was stubborn, unwavering.

"And you're already going. You haven't even taken proper treatment."

Zethan was quiet for a moment.

Then he spoke, his tone cool and unbothered.

"How sure are you that I haven't?" He tilted his head. "I have."

Lilia narrowed her eyes slightly. "See?" She pressed. "That's even more reason why you shouldn't go now."

Zethan lips curved up into a slow smile, shaking his head.

"You don't have to worry about me, okay?" He smirked slightly, his voice dropping into something softer, more teasing. "Your husband is a very strong man. Don't you trust him, huh?"

Lilia fell silent.

Did she trust him?

She wanted to say yes.

But the fear gnawed at her.

The uncertainty clawed at her heart, making her chest tighten.

Zethan's voice softened even more.

"I'll be back quickly." His tone was lighter now, as if trying to reassure her. "Then I'll do the... tongue stuff, as you say."

Lilia's breath hitched.

Her cheeks flushed hard.

Wait—

Had she really just heard that?

She stiffened, her entire body going still.

Why did it suddenly feel like she was acting... desperate?

She swallowed, pushing the thoughts away.

"Go on, Loris, take the soup."

Zethan's voice was casual, but something about the way he said it made her pause. To his surprise, she took the bowl of soup without hesitation.

It was still hot, The soup was unlike any other. It contained various cuts of meat, chicken, and other ingredients, all enriched with flavorful leaves.

She scooped up a spoonful and held it up to his lips. Zethan frowned slightly.

"What are you doing?"

Lilia met his gaze, unwavering.

"Fine. You may go."

She tilted her head slightly.

"But I won't take the soup—you will. And I'll be the one feeding you." Her expression didn't waver. "Unless, of course, you want me to go with you?"

Zethan stilled.

She had him.

What a clever little Loris of his.

He sighed, giving in.

"Say ah," she teased, giggling softly.

Zethan narrowed his eyes but reluctantly opened his mouth, allowing her to place the spoon against his lips.

She smiled victoriously.

"You're finishing this soup before you go," she declared. "At least that way, I'll know you've eaten something before your journey."

Scooping up another spoonful, she held it up again.

"Say la."

Zethan stilled.

What was this girl doing?

Was she... playing some kind of rhyme with him?

He opened his mouth again, letting her feed him.

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Lilia giggled, delighted by his reaction.

She lifted another spoonful to his lips.

"Say fa."

This ridiculous, clever, infuriatingly adorable woman...

Zethan eyes turned wide slightly. Was she trying to play some kind of ridiculous game with him while feeding him?

Only if she knew how much effort it had taken for him to open his mouth and let her feed him, and yet here she was... acting as if this was all some kind of entertainment for her.

To their surprise, a faint flush dusted his ears.

Lilia giggled even more at the sight. She lifted another spoonful to his lips. "Say Me"

It was almost like she was playing a musical scale with him.

In fact she was.

Zethan was stunned, his eyes widening as he asked, "What is this?"

Lilia simply lifted another spoonful of soup and held it up. "I just remembered the time my music teacher made me practice musical notes because she was concerned about my progress in music."

Wait—was she using him to practice?

What was wrong with this woman?

She scooped another portion and smiled playfully. "Less talking. Now say... Re."

Zethan couldn't believe what Lilia was doing. Of all the things to remember, she had suddenly decided to use him to relive her musical note practice.

He let out a quiet sigh of disbelief. but before he could protest, she spoke again.

"Why aren't you doing it?" She tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Okay, fine. Here's how we'll do it."

She scooped up another spoonful, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Since you're not ready to open your mouth, then you'll have to sing it with me before you get a scoop. Is that fine with you?"

She giggled before adding, "Silly me, it doesn't matter if it's fine with you or not. That's what you're doing."

"....." Zethan was speechless. He hadn't even wanted this soup in the first place, yet now she was acting as if he had been eagerly waiting for it all along.

Lilia brought the spoon to his lips and suddenly chirped, "Choo choo!"

Zethan froze.

No. No way.

Had he just heard that correctly?

"Choo choo!" she repeated, giggling as she moved the spoon closer.

He could not—under any circumstances—believe what was happening before his eyes.

This had to be some kind of joke.

First, she used him to practice musical notes, and now... a train game?

He had seen someone do this earlier—to a child.

A child.

Lilia, completely unfazed by his disbelief, grinned. "Say 'Do.'"

Zethan let out a long-suffering sigh before opening his mouth and muttering, "Do."

Lilia gasped dramatically. "Oh my! You're making it sound so boring!" She giggled before scooping another spoonful. "Come on, DO! Your reward has been set. Now, open your mouth."

Resigned, Zethan obeyed, and she gently placed the spoon against his lips, feeding him.

He couldn't believe it.

The almighty Zethan Lyall... being fed like this.

And what was worse? She was actually enjoying it.

Lilia scooped up another spoonful, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Say 'So.'"

Zethan, now utterly unbothered, simply muttered, "So."

Lilia shook her head. "No, no, no. You need to sing it properly. Make it lively —I'd love to hear you sing."

Zethan stared at her, expression unreadable.

Then he spoke, "You know, Loris, talking while eating is a really bad habit."

Lilia smiled before replying, "But they never said it was bad to sing while eating."

He did not know why he couldn't say anything, even though he knew full well that what she said wasn't supposed to be true.

This was the same girl who had clung to him earlier, begging him not to leave?

Now she was having the time of her life teasing him.

And somehow, for some infuriatingly unknown reason, he really did look like he was at her mercy right now.

Lilia lifted another spoonful and smiled playfully. "Here comes the choo choo train~"

She maneuvered the spoon near his lips, her voice sing-song as she teased, "Fine, fine, you can open your mouth. You don't need to say the musical notes anymore."

Zethan, relieved, opened his mouth—only for her to tap the spoon against his teeth with a soft clink before pulling it away.

He blinked.

She grinned. "Here comes the choo choo~"

She brought the spoon back to his lips and clinked it again before pulling it away.

Zethan's patience snapped.

His hands shot up and grabbed hers, stopping her mid-movement.

"That's enough," he said, voice firm.

He couldn't believe it.

She had actually managed to annoy him.

And the funniest, most ironic part of it all?

He had never wanted this soup in the first place.

Yet, for some unknown, ridiculous reason...

Now, he did.

Lilia giggled, barely able to believe his reaction. He actually looked... defeated.

She then straightened up, lifting the spoon once more. "Alright, alright, open up. Now I'm ready."

Zethan exhaled, muttering, "Okay."

And then, to his own utter surprise... he started to enjoy it.

So when she lifted another spoonful of soup, he actually opened his mouth, fully expecting to take it—

Only for her to pull it away at the last second... and take it herself.

She chewed, swallowed, and then grinned mischievously.

"Choo choo."