Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 90: Cold

There was a pause as Lilia tried to make sense of his words.

’What exactly did he mean?’

His voice was calm, but she had felt the serious edge beneath it. There was weight in his words, something that made her chest tighten with uncertainty. Why was he telling her this now?

Her lips parted slightly as if to speak, then closed again. She couldn’t find the right words. He was asking her to tell him she would never have feelings for him—but was he also trying to say that he wouldn’t have feelings for her?

She could still feel his hands resting on her waist, their warmth lingering despite the cool water surrounding them. The soft sand beneath her feet pressed gently against her skin, and the waterfall’s mist clung to their damp hair as they stood there, staring at each other.

The setting sun painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson, casting a breathtaking glow over the water. It was beautiful, the kind of moment one would cherish forever. And yet, her heart ached.

And then she spoke.

"First of all, it’s not Lilia Winslow anymore." Her voice was steady, cutting through the heavy silence. "I’m married now, so at least say my name correctly. It’s Mrs. Zethan or Mrs. Lilia."

Her determined tone left Zethan momentarily speechless. He hadn’t expected that. Then, slowly, a devilish grin stretched across his face, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"You’re telling me I shouldn’t develop feelings for you, Mr. Zethan," she continued, her voice unwavering. "But what if... what if I tell you I have developed feelings for you?"

Zethan stiffened, his pupils dilating as his expression shifted.

She let the silence linger for a moment, savoring the way his confidence seemed to waver ever so slightly.

And then she went on, her words laced with something both playful and profound.

"Sadness, happiness, anger, joy... These are all feelings, Mr. Zethan. Meaning, I’ve developed feelings for you."

A giggle bubbled past her lips before she could stop it.

He stood there, utterly speechless. Dumbfounded.

Was she actually joking? Finding this funny? He had been dead serious...

Zethan lifted his other hand, gently cupping her jaw as he tilted her face up to meet his gaze. His touch was firm yet tender, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin.

"This is no joke, Lilia," he said, his voice calm but unwavering.

She stared back at him, trying to mirror his seriousness, but the playful glint in her eyes betrayed her. No matter how much she tried to suppress it, the slight curl of her lips and the way she bit down slowly, trying to stifle a laugh, gave her away.

"And this is no joke on my part either, Mr. Zethan," she replied smoothly.

Zethan fell silent. Speechless again.

He couldn’t believe this—this woman of his.

Before he knew it, she quietly wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers grazing his damp hair. She moved with ease, as though the weight of her words carried no consequences. Then, standing on her toes, she leaned in and whispered, her breath warm against his lips.

"Now... kiss this wife of yours, my dear husband."

The air between them grew heavy. His grip on her waist tightened ever so slightly.

Just as their lips were about to meet, a sudden gust of wind swept through, tilting her ink-black waves to the side and sending a shiver down her spine.

She trembled slightly, her lips parting—only for the wind to blow even stronger this time.

"A... ah... choo!" she sneezed.

Zethan’s face darkened instantly.

Without hesitation, he spoke, his voice firm.

"That’s enough for today."

Before she could react, he swiftly scooped her into his arms.

"But I want to—" she began, only to be cut off.

"No buts, Lilia," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

She instinctively clamped her mouth shut.

"A... ah-choo!" she sneezed again.

Before she could even register what was happening, Zethan moved in a blur.

His palm covered her face for a brief moment, and when he pulled it away—she blinked in surprise.

They were no longer in the water.

Her eyes widened slightly as she realized they were now at the door.

Zethan bent down to pick up the bag, effortlessly holding her in place with just one arm.

Her mind struggled to piece together what had just happened.

One moment, she was in his arms by the door, and the next, he was quietly striding toward the bathroom.

Before she could fully grasp the situation, he dropped the bag onto the bathroom counter. Without hesitation, he moved toward the bathtub, still holding her securely.

She watched as he turned on the water, adjusting the temperature with precise care. The warm steam began to rise, filling the room with a comforting heat. He had set it just right—lukewarm, the perfect balance for a soothing bath.

And then, before she knew it, the steady sound of running water echoed through the bathroom.

She looked up at him, taking in the way he held her so effortlessly. His grip was calm yet firm, his other hand moving with quiet precision. The ease with which he carried her only highlighted his strength, and for a moment, she found herself memorizing every detail—the sharp cut of his jawline, the way it tensed slightly, as if he were frustrated.

Was he angry at himself? Or at her—for almost catching a cold?

Then, in a soft voice, she spoke.

"You can put me down now."

But Zethan remained silent. He didn’t respond, nor did he loosen his hold.

She fell quiet too, unsure of what was going through his mind.

And then, before she knew it, he gently set her down into the bathtub.

The moment her feet touched the warm water, a soothing sensation washed over her. It was as if her entire body exhaled, her veins relaxing from the comforting heat.

Just as she was about to fully sink into the moment, something tugged at her thoughts. Without thinking, she called out softly,

"Zethan."

He hummed in response, his voice low and expectant.

She hesitated for a moment, then spoke quietly.

"Let’s watch a movie together tonight."

He was silent for a while before finally responding.

"We will."

A small smile tugged at Lilia’s lips at his response.

But just as she was about to relax, his next words made her freeze.

"Strip."

Lilia’s eyes flew wide.

"You’ll catch a worse cold if you stay in those wet clothes," he added matter-of-factly.

Her cheeks burned at his bluntness, and before she could react, he turned away.

She let out a small sigh of relief—only for that relief to vanish when she heard the click of a switch.

The room darkened slightly as he turned off the main light, replacing it with the dim glow of a golden fixture. The soft, warm hue cast an intimate ambiance—darker, yet aesthetically pleasing in a way that only heightened the tension.

He turned back to her, stepping closer.

"If you were worried about the light," he said smoothly, "I’ve handled it. Now, go ahead and strip."

Her eyes widened slightly, her heart pounding against her ribs.

But before she could even think of a response, he shook his head, a knowing smirk playing at his lips.

Then, he moved.

SHRAAA!

Lilia gasped as the oversized top she had been wearing tore apart in an instant.

She wasn’t hurt—but the sheer speed and ease with which he had done it left her completely stunned.

Lilia’s breath hitched as the air kissed her bare skin. Her full breasts were exposed, and she could feel Zethan’s gaze drop instantly, his eyes darkening as they settled on her now-hardened nipples.

A sharp jolt of awareness rushed through her, and her hands flew up to cover herself, but it was already too late.

Zethan’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk. "I’ve seen all of you, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice rich with amusement. "Felt you. Touched you. And gone deep ins...."

"Please..." Lilia cut him off, her face burning. Her heart pounded as she quickly bent down, slipping into the foamy water. The warmth wrapped around her, offering a sense of refuge as she let it rise above her chest.

Zethan chuckled, the sound low and teasing. "Don’t tell me you’re going to leave those boxers of mine on," he mused, tilting his head.

Lilia swallowed hard, her mind racing. The events of the past few minutes were happening too fast, too intensely. She needed a moment to breathe, to think—but before she could gather her thoughts, he spoke again.

"You don’t have to worry." His voice was smooth, edged with mischief. "I’ll help you with that."

Her eyes widened as his hands moved with practiced ease, reaching for the soaked fabric clinging to her skin.

"W-What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.

Zethan leaned in slightly, his tone calm yet unmistakably firm. "What else?" His fingers brushed her hip, sending a shiver up her spine. "I want to bathe with you."

The weight of his words sank in, but before she could respond, he removed her boxer then almost immediately he pulled off his pants and boxers in one fluid motion.

Lilia’s breath caught in her throat. He was bare. Right in front of her.

Her face flamed, and she instinctively averted her gaze, but the image of his sculpted body—strong, confident, unabashed—was already burned into her mind.

She barely had time to react before the water rippled around her.

Zethan stepped into the tub, completely at ease. And then, before she could even process it, he sat and then pulled her onto his lap in one swift movement, his arms wrapping securely around her.

Her body pressed flush against his, skin against skin, warmth against warmth.

Lilia gasped softly, a shudder running through her as she felt it—the undeniable hardness of him, pressing intimately against her core.

Zethan smirked, his voice dipping into a husky whisper. "Do you want to touch it now?"

Heat exploded across her skin at his boldness, but before she could even think of a response, her body moved on instinct.

She shifted to the side, lowering her hands into the water, fingers trembling slightly as they wrapped around his Cock.