Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 79: Not Yet

Lilia stared at him, shocked. She hadn’t expected that response, especially when the only reason she had retorted earlier was because she couldn’t possibly feed him in front of the chauffeur. Not to mention, her heart had been pounding so loudly that she feared he might take things further than just teasing her.

Now, hearing his serious reply, she found herself wondering—was this man always this serious? Or was it just his unreadable nature? His thoughts were impossible to discern, hidden behind an expression that gave nothing away. It made it nearly impossible to tell whether he was lying or telling the truth.

The soft hum of the car’s engine filled the silence between them. The quiet felt thick, but it wasn’t because she disliked silence—it was because of him.

Zethan.

Everything about him was unpredictable.

Just then, the car rolled to a slow stop in front of the airport. The chauffeur quickly stepped out and opened the door. Zethan moved with effortless grace, stepping out as if the entire world were his stage. Immediately, he extended his hand toward her, and without hesitation, she placed hers in his, allowing him to help her out of the car.

His palm was warm, his grip firm—but not forceful. The contrast between his gentleness and his overwhelming presence left her momentarily unsteady.

The airport’s automatic doors slid open as they walked inside. As expected, the airport staff stood in formation, bowing deeply as Zethan passed. Their movements were precise, synchronized, as though they had practiced this a thousand times before. They remained in their deep bow until he had walked past, only then lifting their heads.

Lilia swallowed hard.

Even now, she couldn’t get used to the way people reacted to him.

His fingers remained intertwined with hers as they moved toward the other side of the airport—most likely to board his private plane.

Nothing surprised her anymore. If someone claimed he had billions—or even trillions—she wouldn’t doubt it for a second. Zethan wasn’t just rich—he was maddeningly rich. And that alone, minus he himself, was one word—dangerous.

As they neared the departure area, the glass doors slid open, revealing something that made Lilia’s mouth open and close, struggling to find words.

A sleek, jet-black airplane stood in view—elegant, imposing, and breathtaking. The aircraft gleamed under the night sky, its body reflecting the soft glow of the surrounding runway lights.

It was, without a doubt, the most gorgeous aircraft she had ever seen.

She never really cared much for material things. But with an airplane like this... even someone who didn’t care would find themselves completely swept away.

The airplane’s sidelights cast a soft glow against the night, enhancing its elegance. The steps leading up to the entrance were polished to perfection, as though not a single speck of dust was allowed to touch them.

Before Zethan could say anything, Lilia slowly removed her hands from his, a spark of impatience flickering in her chest. Her feet moved forward on their own, quickening as she climbed the stairs and disappeared inside.

Zethan simply watched from behind, slightly amused.

Was she actually excited?

Was it because of the plane? The honeymoon?

Or maybe... both?

He shook his head, a small smirk curling on his lips before he followed her inside.

The moment Lilia stepped in, her lips parted in shock.

The interior was nothing short of breathtaking.

Lavish. Exquisite. Every detail screamed luxury—too perfect to be real.

If someone told her this was meant to be a honeymoon suite, she wouldn’t have doubted it. The only difference was that it was on a plane. From the plush bed draped in silk to the elegant chandeliers hanging above, everything looked like it had been carefully designed for royalty.

She stood there, taking it all in, momentarily forgetting Zethan’s presence.

But of course, he was here.

No wonder. This was exactly his style—extravagant, bold, and unmistakably his.

And yet... she found herself liking it.

Maybe there really wasn’t much difference between them after all.

Zethan watched her in silence before finally speaking.

"Do you like it?"

Lilia turned to him, a small smile playing on her lips.

"It’s... perfect."

Something about that smile sparked something in Zethan. His gaze softened for a fleeting moment, but he quickly masked it as he moved toward the wardrobe. He pulled out a neatly wrapped package and handed it to her.

"Change into something comfortable."

Lilia nodded and took the package, heading toward the airplane’s bathroom. When she opened it, she found a matching hoodie and joggers set inside. The fabric was soft, the color a deep shade of gray.

Without hesitation, she slipped out of her wedding dress, carefully folding it and placing it back into the package before changing into the new outfit. The hoodie was warm, the joggers a perfect fit.

Stepping out, she noticed Zethan seated on one of the plush chairs—she was surprised he was already done changing. He had changed into an outfit similar to hers, a white hoodie and matching pants. The only difference was his were much bigger, while hers fit snugly.

Lilia walked toward him and took the seat across from him.

"Good," Zethan said, his gaze fixed on her. "Now, let’s play a game of hide and seek."

Before Lilia could even process his words, he suddenly leaned in slightly, his arm moving toward the other side of her chair.

Her breath hitched.

Her heart pounded.

Was he about to—?

Her eyes widened, lips parted slightly as she held her breath.

But instead of what she expected, he simply fastened her seatbelt.

Lilia’s face burned with embarrassment as she stared at him, shocked.

Zethan shook his head, amused.

"Wow," he mused, lips twitching. "I never knew my little loris could think so dirty."

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.

"You know, now that we’re husband and wife, I give you full permission to have all the dirty thoughts about me."

A pause.

Then, with a slow smirk, he whispered, "Or better yet, you could do it with me. We could practice—after all, practice makes perfect."

Then, with a wink, he leaned back.

Lilia’s heart thudded violently against her ribs.

Even if that hadn’t crossed her mind before, his teasing words left her completely flustered.

Zethan casually adjusted his own seatbelt as the airplane began to move. Within moments, it soared into the night sky, leaving behind the city lights.

A brief silence settled between them before he spoke again.

"Now, it’s time to play the game, my loris—"

But there was no response.

His brows furrowed slightly. He turned to her—only to find her head tilting forward, her body slumping ever so slightly.

His hand shot out just in time, catching her face before it could fall completely.

For a moment, he didn’t move.

Strands of her ink-black wavy hair slipped to the side, cascading over his fingers, framing her delicate face. Her long lashes rested against her cheeks, and her lips, slightly parted, were as soft and unguarded as her expression.

She was asleep.

Zethan stared at her, momentarily stunned.

Unbelievable.

What if he hadn’t been fast enough? Would she have simply fallen? Yes, she was sitting, but... her bones—

His chest rose and fell with an exhale, his sharp gaze tracing her features. He had seen her fight, seen her struggle, seen the way she masked her pain beneath that resilient front.

Yet, right now... she looked so fragile.

So small.

His grip on her softened as he adjusted her position, letting her rest against the seat more comfortably.

This girl....

His head shook slightly, but for some reason, a small smile tugged at his lips.

Without a word, he reached over and pressed a button, reclining her seat further. A quiet mechanical hum filled the air, easing her into a more comfortable position. She shifted slightly, her breath steady, the warmth of her body barely noticeable against his fingers.

Zethan leaned back, prepared to let her sleep.

Then—

A small movement.

His gaze flicked downward.

Her lashes fluttered, her breath hitching. Slowly, her eyes cracked open—hazy, unfocused, lost somewhere between wakefulness and dreams.

And then, in the quietest, softest voice, she murmured,

"Ze... Zeth... Zethan... promise me you’ll never leave."

Zethan froze.

His pulse drummed once.

His lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

Instead, something else stirred within him. A strange sensation.

His gaze remained fixed on her face—on the way her lips trembled slightly, as if she feared he wouldn’t answer.

His chest tightened.

Finally, his lips curled into a slow, almost imperceptible smile.

He lowered his voice to a murmur, the sound barely brushing the space between them.

"I won’t leave you, my little wife..."

A brief pause.

The air shifted.

His eyes darkened slightly, the corners of his mouth tilting up just a bit more.

"Not yet."

To his surprise, her eyes fluttered closed again, her breathing evening out. The rise and fall of her chest became steady.

He finally closed his eyes to rest.

Time passed after what felt like an hour, a slight movement stirred him.

Zethan’s eyes opened instantly, his senses sharp as he turned toward her.

She shifted, her head shaking faintly as if caught in the depths of a dream.

Zethan sat up, his sharp gaze locked onto her face. Instinctively, he reached out, his fingers hovering just above her skin. But then—

His hand stilled midair.

A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye, trailing down her cheek.

Was she... crying in her sleep?

His jaw tensed.

Then, in a whisper so fragile it nearly broke against the silence, she murmured,

"Z... Zethan... please don’t die."