Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 95: Two Days

Lilia’s eyes fluttered open, only to squeeze shut again as the brightness of the room overwhelmed her. A dull ache pulsed in her head, and her throat felt painfully parched. She inhaled sharply, her breath shaky as she tried to move, but a sharp sting shot through her wrist, forcing a hiss past her lips.

A drip was attached to her hand.

She blinked, adjusting to the light as her vision cleared.

This was her room at the mansion

Slowly, she tried to push herself up, her fingers weakly gripping the sheets beneath her. The effort was futile. Just as her body wavered, on the verge of collapsing back against the pillows, a large, warm hand pressed gently against her back, steadying her.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"I’m here, wife. You don’t have to worry."

That voice. Deep, rich, familiar.

For a moment, she stilled, her breath caught in her throat. Slowly, she turned her gaze toward him, her golden-brown eyes widening slightly.

He looked different—though still just as outrageously handsome. His usual refined attire was gone, replaced with a simple black top and joggers. His silver hair, usually immaculately styled, was slightly disheveled, a few strands falling over his forehead.

Yet, even in this state, his presence was striking.

Lilia opened her mouth, but her throat was too dry to form words. She swallowed, forcing herself to speak.

"W...water," she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible.

Before she could fully register what was happening, he was already moving. The air stirred as he strode across the room, his steps fluid and purposeful. In mere seconds, he was back, lowering himself onto the edge of the bed. A bottle of water rested in his hands.

She watched him as he twisted the cap open with ease and brought the bottle to her lips.

"Slow sips," he murmured.

Lilia obeyed, her dry lips parting as the cool liquid touched her tongue. She took slow gulps, the water soothing the raw dryness in her throat. She could feel his gaze on her—steady, unwavering. The way he held the bottle, the careful way he tipped it just enough so she wouldn’t choke, sent an odd warmth through her chest.

But the moment the water settled within her, memories of that day crashed over her like relentless waves.

The darkness.

The fear.

The sharp, unbearable pain.

Her body stiffened. Her lips parted slightly as if to speak—

Just then, the door opened gently.

The sound was soft, barely disrupting the quiet hum of the room, but it was enough to pull Lilia from her spiraling thoughts.

A woman entered, her presence exuding professionalism. She wore a pristine white coat over a fitted skirt and top, her round glasses framing her intelligent, doe-like eyes. Her brown hair was neatly tied back into a ponytail, and the rhythmic click of her high heels echoed as she approached. Behind her, a nurse followed, carrying a clipboard.

Lilia’s lips opened and closed, caught off guard.

She didn’t recognize this woman.

Silently, the doctor took Lilia’s hand, her touch firm yet gentle as she examined the area where the IV was placed. Lilia watched, uncertain, as the woman lifted her gaze toward Zethan before finally speaking.

"I have prescribed a set of medications," she said, adjusting her glasses. "I have given a list to her assistant, Ms. Evie. She will need to take them every morning and night, and you must ensure that your wife takes them properly."

Zethan nodded attentively, his sharp gaze fixed on the doctor as she continued.

"Additionally, she needs to consume plenty of vegetables and fruits to aid her recovery. Hydration is crucial for her immune system, so she must drink enough water. As for exercise, she should refrain from any physical exertion for now. After four days of medication, she can begin light exercises to regain her strength."

Her expression grew more serious as she glanced at Lilia’s disheveled hair.

"From the way her hair was pulled, it appears to have caused significant strain, possibly leading to some bleeding. The shock from the trauma likely resulted in her two days of unconsciousness."

Lilia’s eyes widened.

Wait—she had been asleep? Or rather...passed out for two days?

Her fingers twitched against the sheets, her mind reeling. Two days. She had lost two whole days. What had happened during that time? What had she missed?

The doctor continued, her tone unwavering. "The water intake, along with her prescribed medication, will help her heal properly. Please make sure she follows these instructions."

She then turned to the nurse. "The IV drip needs to be changed. Replace it with the next one as scheduled."

The nurse gave a quick nod before shifting her attention to Lilia. With a reassuring smile, she spoke gently.

"Mrs. Lilia, you’ll be okay. There’s nothing to worry about."

Lilia managed only a small nod, still absorbing everything.

The doctor then looked back at Zethan. "Mr. Zethan, I’d like to speak with you privately."

Zethan, still expressionless, stood and followed her toward the door. The two exited without another word.

Silence filled the room once more.

Lilia remained motionless. A strange sense of unease settled over her. Who was that woman?

The nurse carefully removed the used IV bag and replaced it with a fresh one. Her voice was soft as she said, "Miss Lilia, this drip will take about fifteen minutes. After that, your assistant will remove it, and you’ll be able to take care of yourself. Just remember—don’t push yourself too hard. Everything is going to be fine."

Lilia gave a small, genuine smile. "Thank you very much," she murmured.

The nurse returned her smile and replied, "You’re welcome, Miss Lilia. I’ll be taking my leave now."

Lilia nodded, watching as the nurse quietly exited the room. The door clicked shut, leaving behind a momentary silence. She exhaled softly, leaning back against the pillows. A dull ache throbbed at the edges of her awareness, but it was manageable.

Not long after, a gentle knock sounded at the door before it slowly creaked open again. Lilia turned her gaze toward the entrance, her expression calm.

Evie her assistant stepped inside.

"Mrs Lilia, I hope you’re feeling better," she said in a quiet, considerate tone.

Lilia gave a slight nod. Physically, she supposed she was fine.

The assistant continued, her voice calm and efficient. "After this, you should take a bath. I’ve already prepared it for you, just as requested—warm and soothing, at the exact temperature the doctor specified."

Lilia listened, letting the words settle.

"Once you’re done, you’ll have breakfast and take your medicine," the assistant added, her tone carrying a note of finality.

Another nod.

The assistant bowed respectfully. "I’ll be taking my leave now, Mrs Lilia."

Lilia barely acknowledged her as she turned to leave, her mind still occupied with fragmented thoughts. She was trying to piece everything together, but there was something... something that didn’t quite fit.

That woman.

The way she had spoken to Zethan—it was too familiar. Too natural. It wasn’t the kind of tone used for a simple doctor-patient relationship. They knew each other.

Longer than expected.....

The thought sent a strange, cold sensation creeping up her spine.

Just as her assistant reached the door, Lilia’s voice cut through the quiet.

"Wait."

Evie stopped in her tracks, turning back immediately.

Lilia met her gaze. Then, with a measured calmness, she asked, "Where is my husband?"

A brief pause followed before Evie responded, her voice carefully neutral.

"Mr. Zethan is in a meeting with his personal doctor right now."

Lilia’s brows knitted slightly. ’Personal doctor?’

The words rolled through her mind, settling uncomfortably.

Oh.

So she was his personal doctor.

Hmm.

A moment passed before she finally gave a slow nod.

"You may go."

Evie bowed once more. "I’ll be back in twenty minutes to remove your drip, Mrs Lilia."

With that, she turned and left, the door closing softly behind her.

Lilia stared at the ceiling, her thoughts swimming in the silence.

She exhaled slowly, willing her mind to settle. Yet, it didn’t. The feeling sat in her chest like a weight—unshakable.

And then, the door opened again.

This time, she didn’t have to guess who it was.

The presence that filled the room was unmistakable.

Zethan.

The air shifted as he stepped inside, his movements deliberate, yet eerily silent. He carried an air of quiet authority, his tall frame casting a shadow over the room’s dim light.

Lilia didn’t move.

She simply watched him.

Watched as he closed the door behind him.

Watched as he approached.

His gaze flickered over her, taking in her face, her expression—everything.

Then, without a word, he sat down beside her.

The silence stretched between them.

Lilia still didn’t speak.

She just... observed him.

As if looking at him long enough would somehow unravel the questions tangled in her mind.

Zethan reached for her hand. His fingers brushed over her skin—slow, steady, comforting.

His voice was low when he finally spoke.

"How are you feeling, my wife?"

Lilia remained silent.

Zethan didn’t rush her.

He simply studied her, his sharp eyes searching for something—anything—in her expression.

Finally, she turned her head, meeting his gaze directly.

Golden-brown eyes locked onto deep, enigmatic ones.

Her voice was quiet, but firm as she spoke.

"Is she also a vampire?"