Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 112: Little Time

Lilia missed a step, but Zethan, a step ahead, caught her and held her steady as they continued their dance. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as she whispered,

"Oh my, Zethan... what makes you say that?"

Her tone was soft, almost like she was responding to something forbidden. Zethan remained silent for a moment before finally speaking.

He looked so serious, as if he had been thinking about it for a while.

"If we have children, you might not have time for me anymore. And I want you to have at least a little time for your husband."

Lilia knew her husband too well—when he said ’a little time,’ he didn’t actually mean little.

Lilia paused, then smiled softly as the realization dawned on her.

"Of course, I’ll have time for you, honey. Why wouldn’t I?" she said gently.

"I want lots of kids, remember? You’re the one who said you wanted quadruplets. And now you’re saying you don’t want any at all. That hurts."

Zethan was silent again. Then, with a playful glint in his eyes, he replied,

"What if I said I want even more than that? I wouldn’t want to wear out my little wife’s tummy, right?"

Lilia giggled, nodding as he continued.

"Fine then. As long as you also make time for this handsome husband of yours, I would love kids," he said as they danced gracefully.

Lilia playfully rolled her eyes as he pulled her closer in their dance. Of course, he was going to add the ’handsome’—this man was always so full of himself.

"Oh, Zethan, sweetheart. You’re not really good with children. Looks like I’ll have to teach you," she said softly, looking at him.

Zethan immediately straightened his face and spoke seriously,

"Of course I am! That little boy was just too stubborn."

Lilia laughed gently.

"No, he wasn’t. He was cute—so adorable, in fact."

"Fine, you can teach me. Then I’ll become a great father," he said with pride.

Lilia smiled at his words.

"Of course you will," she replied, just as he spun her around. The music gradually faded, coming to a graceful end.

’You will because you’re a great husband,’ she said to herself.

As the final note played, Lilia curtsied and reached out, placing her hand gently over Zethan’s. He lifted it and gave her knuckles a soft kiss. She smiled sweetly, and together, they walked back hand in hand, returning to their seats.

There were soft claps from the crowd as others left as well.

No sooner had they sat than an older man—likely in his late forties—approached, accompanied by a young lady around Lilia’s age. The girl smiled pleasantly as the man stepped forward and addressed Zethan.

"Really nice to meet you, Mr. Zethan," the man said in a soft, respectful tone. "We were all surprised you actually came to this gathering."

Zethan remained silent, nodding slightly in acknowledgment.

The man then turned to Lilia, offering a courteous smile.

"It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Lilia. I must say, I’ve heard a great deal about you."

Lilia returned the smile and politely took his outstretched hand for a handshake. The man continued,

"This is my daughter, Sarah. She’s been very eager to attend, and I believe she’ll benefit greatly from meeting you. I hope you wouldn’t mind teaching her a bit about courtesy and purity."

Lilia gave a soft nod, her voice warm.

"Very well then. If I have the time, I wouldn’t hesitate. After all, what’s the use of us women if we don’t support one another?"

The man smiled in agreement as Sarah stepped forward.

"Really nice to meet you, Mrs. Lilia," she said sweetly.

Lilia nodded politely, but her eyes subtly observed the girl. Sarah’s hair had been dyed dark green, tied up stylishly. Though her appearance was neat, it didn’t take much to tell she’d been spoiled. Her outfit was tight-fitting, tailored to accentuate her figure in all the "right" places. Even the bodice of her dress was tightly compressed, pushing up her chest to make it stand out.

Lilia also noticed the occasional glances Sarah cast at Zethan—quick, fleeting, but far too frequent to ignore. Yet Zethan didn’t seem to notice or care. His posture remained relaxed, his head slightly tilted as he sipped his wine, completely detached, as if neither the man nor his daughter were standing a few steps away.

It was as though their presence barely registered with him, and that silent indifference said more than words ever could.

Lilia noticed it too—the subtle shift in the air, the way people in the hall glanced their way, some blatantly staring while pretending not to. Curious eyes lingered, trying to decode the conversation.

Of course, she understood. Ever since she arrived, she realized one thing: as long as Zethan was present, attention would always gravitate toward them. Whispers followed them like shadows—whether it was admiration, envy, or speculation.

Then, just as expected, the girl finally spoke. She turned to Zethan with a voice so calm, quiet, and soothing it almost felt rehearsed. It carried that childish sweetness Lilia knew too well—the same tone her sister, Sabrina, used when she wanted something from their parents. A tone designed to soften hearts and slip past defenses.

Lilia didn’t even need to look at Zethan to know he wouldn’t fall for it.

"Mr. Zethan, it’s a pleasure to meet you," Sarah said softly, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Oh, Sarah, don’t act too shy. You know Mr. Zethan likes confident people," her father added gently.

Sarah straightened up and gave a small, shy nod.

"Oh my, I had no idea. I’ll be more confident next time."

The man chuckled softly and added,

"You don’t have to worry. Mrs. Lilia will teach you more on that—she’s a very wise and demure lady, so learn from her."

The girl nodded. Lilia observed silently.

Zethan finally turned—but instead of looking at Sarah, his gaze shifted to Lilia.

"Loris, would you like anything else to drink?" he asked softly.

His question surprised both the older man and his daughter.

Lilia smiled and shook her head.

"No. I had juice earlier. I don’t want anything... unless I can have wine," she whispered playfully.

Zethan shook his head.

"No wine."

Lilia giggled as Zethan smirked and gave her a playful wink. The casual exchange sent another wave of surprise through Sarah and her father.

"Mr. Zethan, we have something important we’d like to discuss with you," the man said respectfully.

Zethan’s gaze slowly shifted, landing on the man with a piercing intensity that made his body tremble slightly.

Around them, the air seemed to shift. Though some guests tried to hide their interest, many eyes were now fixed on the scene.

A few whispers began to stir—some mesmerized by his striking looks, others simply curious about what was unfolding.

Then Zethan spoke, his voice calm but firm.

"You may speak."

Though his words were polite, there was a faint but unmistakable edge of coldness in his tone—something the man finally noticed.

He turned slightly toward Zethan and continued in a respectful tone,

"Mr. Zethan, this is about my daughter, Sarah."

"I would like you to take her hand in marriage."

The moment those words left the man’s lips, the atmosphere shifted. Lilia’s eyes widened in shock.

She was stunned. Did this man really just say that? Was he not aware Zethan was already married to her?

It wasn’t just bold—it was outright disrespectful. She was sitting right there, and this man had just spoken as if she didn’t exist.

Zethan remained silent at first, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he turned to face the man.

The air grew cold and unbearable.

And then, surprisingly, Zethan smiled—not a charming smile, but a thin, chilling one. The kind of smile that said: You’ve just crossed the line.

Lilia felt a chill creep down her spine. This wasn’t good.

The man, either oblivious or desperate, continued, beads of sweat beginning to form along his hairline.

"I’m not saying she has to be your wife," he added with a nervous chuckle. "She could even be your mistress."

Gasps echoed softly, but Zethan simply stood—calmly, almost too calmly.

"Wouldn’t it be nice if we visited the grave tonight?" he said, voice soft but laced with deadly implication. "Perhaps your daughter could be the one to choose the coffin."

His predatory eyes, which had never acknowledged Sarah, finally turned to her. She trembled like an animal left too long in the snow. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Before anyone could react, a heavy silence fell over the room. The chatter stopped. Even the music came to an abrupt halt.

All eyes turned as Zethan’s hand shot out and wrapped around the man’s neck. With a single motion, he lifted him clean off the ground. The man hovered helplessly, fingers trembling in the air. The hallway fell silent, all eyes wide with shock.

Gasps erupted from the stunned crowd.

Zethan’s voice was cold, powerful, and commandingly low.

"Now, on your knees. Apologize to my dear wife."