Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 115: A Little While Longer

Lilia’s eyes widened as she stared at Zethan, who was simply smirking. Her mind raced, trying to grasp how something like that could even happen—inside a wardrobe, of all places. How? Was that even possible?

Questions swirled in her head, unanswered, as Zethan spoke.

"Now eat, Loris," he said quietly.

A smirk curled on his lips, as if he knew exactly what he’d done.

Lilia shot him a hard glare, and he only chuckled in response. She turned her attention back to her plate, focusing on cutting another piece of her chicken. They ate in silence, the air between them filled with unspoken thoughts—until Zethan finally spoke.

"Take some fruit juice and fruit. They’re really good for your health, sweetheart."

He picked up the glass of fruit juice and poured it gently into a cup.

Why did everything he did feel so soothing?

Even the sound of the juice pouring was oddly comforting—soft, almost melodic.

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Then he handed her the drink, which she took and gulped down without a word.

"Hmm, my husband always tells me that fruits and vegetables are good for my health. Then how come this husband of mine doesn’t eat fruits?" Lilia asked as she moved her pointer finger to her chin, looking up as if thinking deeply—dramatically.

Zethan’s lips stretched wide.

"That’s because your husband doesn’t need them. He is all," he replied.

"Oh please," Lilia muttered, rolling her eyes slowly as her head moved with the motion.

"Or is it because you’re a vampire?"

Zethan fell silent.

"Hmm... I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart," he said, feigning innocence.

Lilia shook her head, her smile curving upwards as she took a spoonful of the rice.

Zethan turned his attention back to his food, his movements calm and unbothered.

Lilia watched him from the corner of her eye as he cut the chicken with practiced ease, then lifted the fork and brought it to his mouth.

She found herself watching the way his jaw moved as he chewed, then how his throat shifted when he swallowed.

The way his Adam’s apple moved as the food slipped down his throat—it was oddly mesmerizing. Lilia quickly shifted her gaze, her heart pounding.

Why did everything this man did make her feel so...

’Oh my, Lilia, just eat.’

Zethan picked up the napkin and dabbed at his lips, a faint smile flickering across his mouth. But just as quickly as it came, it vanished.

He dropped the napkin beside his plate and returned to his meal.

Silence settled between them, broken only by the soft clinking and clanking of cutlery.

Then, Lilia stood and began to gather the plates.

"You don’t have to, wife," Zethan said, his voice calm. "This will be taken care of."

Lilia nodded quietly, saying nothing.

Finally, he stood.

Without a word, Zethan walked toward the wardrobe, opened it, and carefully retrieved a golden-like box.

He moved the box to the nearby table as Lilia stood and walked over. Gently, she opened it—and inside lay a simple green floral dress. It had a square neckline, a discreet side zip, and delicate X-shaped rope ties at the waist.

Lilia slipped into the dress with ease, and Zethan stepped behind her, helping with the zip. His hands moved carefully, then helped her tie the ropes at the waist.

Finally, Lilia stood fully dressed. The square-neck floral dress cinched her waist perfectly before flaring down in soft, flowing layers.

She stepped into a pair of green shoes, each adorned with a cute little bow.

Lilia walked toward the mirror and quietly sat down. As she adjusted her position, Zethan spoke behind her, his voice filled with quiet admiration.

"My wife looks gorgeous... In fact, I think she gets prettier by the second. So tell me—what’s the secret?"

Lilia giggled softly. "The secret is you," she replied.

Zethan fell silent, a smile curling on his lips.

Lilia picked up a curler, running it gently through her already wavy hair to smooth and curl it further. She then clipped a small, cute bow to the side, and just like that, she was ready.

As she stood, she noticed Zethan was already dressed—his outfit matching hers in color. A plain green shirt, paired with black suit pants and perfectly polished shoes. He looked effortlessly elegant.

Goodness, she thought. How could anyone make every outfit look like it was made just for them?

They stood in quiet understanding for a moment before Zethan spoke again, his voice low and gentle.

"Sweetheart, are you ready?"

Lilia nodded softly.

He smiled, extending his hand toward her with a quiet laugh. Lilia moved instinctively, placing hers gently on top of his.

Zethan leaned in and pressed his lips to her knuckles, his gaze never leaving hers.

"I’ll try not to be a gentleman tonight," he said with a wink, "I can’t promise that’ll work."

He turned toward the wardrobe area as Lilia’s face flushed a deep pink. Embarrassed but unable to hide her smile, she gave him a playful punch on the shoulder, then another, lighter one on the other shoulder.

"Zethan, you should stop saying things like that," she muttered, her voice flustered.

She didn’t want to admit that what he said felt impossible—because with Zethan, even the impossible didn’t seem so far-fetched. Still, the thought made her chest flutter with nervous excitement. Doubts crept into her mind, but she didn’t want to doubt him—not even for a second.

"Why don’t you like it, sweetheart?" Zethan asked, turning back to face her.

"It’s not that I don’t like it..." she began, cheeks still burning.

"So you do like it," he interrupted with a teasing smile.

Lilia shook her head quickly, but the pink in her cheeks betrayed her. She tried to speak, but no words escaped her as she lowered her gaze.

Zethan’s smile softened. Without another word, they both stepped out of the room and walked quietly toward the elevator area.

Lilia asked softly, "About the tea party..." she spoke then trailed off

"It’s just you and me?" Zethan spoke calmly.

Her eyes widened slightly as excitement bubbled inside her. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"So you mean... it’s just me and you at the tea party?"

He nodded. "Yes. The garden’s been separated just for us."

Lilia’s cheeks flushed more. At that moment, the elevator gave a soft ping.

They stepped out and walked toward a grand door, which slid open automatically. The gentle evening air greeted them, brushing past Lilia and sending her inky black, wavy hair flowing backward. A soft shiver ran through her—not from cold, but from the freshness of the air and the sweet, pure feeling of nature embracing her.

A smile curled on her lips as she stepped forward, arms stretched out wide, as if she were welcoming the earth’s touch itself.

Then, she paused and turned—her eyes locking onto the little garden that had been prepared for them.

Though called "little," it wasn’t small at all. It was a charming square garden, filled with all kinds of flowers. In the center sat a beautifully decorated bench-like seat, paired with a small, elegant table. Surrounding it were roses, lilies, and countless other blossoms, filling the space with color and fragrance. Flowers bloomed everywhere, creating a living masterpiece of calm and beauty.

"Woww, honey... this is awesome."

He watched her quietly, he smirked as he made his way to the bench. With graceful ease, he sat down, his gaze never leaving her.

Lilia turned her head slowly, admiring the flowers. The scent floating from the garden was almost surreal—so lovely it felt like a dream.

Then, she heard the faint sound of wheels rolling. Turning, she saw Evie approaching with a cart. Without a word, Evie began arranging the tea cups and trays neatly on the table. Each movement was precise, elegant.

She placed two delicate kettles down, then looked up and asked softly, "Mrs Lilia, green tea or tea?"

"Tea," Lilia answered in a quiet voice.

Evie gave a gentle nod and began pouring. The soft sound of tea flowing into the cup filled the air, almost like a gentle hum that matched the calmness of the evening.

Once she finished, she set the kettle down with care, then picked up the second one—this one containing a rich, reddish tea. Lilia’s eyes lingered on it, curiosity lighting her gaze.

Evie poured that one just as smoothly, her hands steady and practiced. When she was done, she set the second kettle beside the first, bowed respectfully, and left in silence.

Immediately after she left, Lilia turned towards Zethan. She quietly picked up her tea, took a sip, and then spoke.

"Can I ask you questions now? Any questions?"

Zethan nodded as he took his own cup, sipped from it, and then replied,

"Yes, you may."

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Inside a quiet room tucked away in one corner of the castle, a lone figure sat comfortably, engrossed in the familiar puzzle game glowing on his tablet. His glasses were set aside, hair slightly tousled, giving him a casual yet dangerous air.

He let out a soft chuckle—deep, smooth, and tinged with something darker.

"Look at that," he murmured, eyes gleaming. "I think I’m getting the hang of this puzzle... already at level 100. Hmm."

He set the staff beside him and reached for his glasses, placing them gently on the glass table with a soft click that echoed in the stillness. Then, leaning forward with a thoughtful expression, he spoke again, his voice almost a whisper.

"It seems my dear brother is getting... interesting. More and more by the second."

A small smirk curled his lips.

"And that smile..." he said, gaze distant, "I haven’t seen it in a very long time. Not since the death of his ex-wife."

He paused, tilting his head.

"Well then... I’ll let him bask in that fragile joy. For now. Until I decide it’s enough."