Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 194: Made Her Meal

Zethan’s body turned rigid, his jaw ticking as he stared into the thin air.

Lilia pressed her lips into a thin line and turned her face to the side before looking back at him. She searched his face—and that look, she knew it too well.

"Zethan, don’t tell me you’re planning—"

"Yes, Lilia. I am planning," Zethan cut her off, not letting her finish. He had already made up his mind.

Her eyes widened as she reached out, her fingers brushing his face gently. Her body tensed, concern flooding her expression at the way Zethan just sat there, unmoving.

"Let me see the pancakes, Zethan. They’ll be getting cold," she said gently, standing up. But just as she moved to step away, Zethan pulled her back—gently, but firmly—until her back was pressed against his chest as they sat.

"Z... Zethan," she gasped. Her shirt—no, his shirt—had ridden up. It looked just like his, and she realized he must have dressed her in it after their...

Quickly, she tugged it down to cover her now-exposed thigh with its few marks.

"I don’t even know what to say now... I failed. And to think, I had no idea it was him. Even after getting my memories back... I..." he trailed off, his voice shook.

Zethan’s head lowered until his forehead rested on her shoulder. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her even closer. They were so molded together, she could feel every steady rise and fall of his chest against her back.

"You don’t have to worry. That was a long—" Lilia tried to calm him.

"No, wife," Zethan shook his head, cutting her off again. "That’s exactly why I need to worry. He’s been off the bait for far too long. It wouldn’t be such a bad idea to separate his head from his body."

One thing was certain: Zethan wanted that man dead.

But first Torture wasn’t a bad idea.

The chill in his voice sent goosebumps crawling up Lilia’s skin. She shivered—not because his words were aimed at her they weren’t—but because of how cold and serious he sounded.

Then she turned to him and spoke gently, "Let’s forget about this now, honey. Remember—we’re on a trip. Let’s make the most of it."

Zethan nodded slowly, the redness of his eyes diminishing to their normal black.

"Please... don’t think too deeply about it," she added in a quieter voice.

He nodded again, even though a part of him was burning with anger—anger at himself. How hadn’t he connected the dots sooner? He had been there. He had played the role of the good husband in the past. Yet it hadn’t occurred to him—not once—that it was his own cousin behind everything.

And in a twisted way, it made sense. Too much sense.

Anyone would’ve believed it was Frederick. After all, he was the one caught with the sword in hand. The one drenched in blood.

But knowing now that everything had been orchestrated by his cousin...

His tongue jolted in restrained fury as he reached out and gently took Lilia’s wrist, guiding her up with him as she stood.

She turned toward him, her voice low and pleading.

"Promise me... we’ll talk about this after. After our beautiful beach trip."

She too hadn’t believed it, but at this point, she just wanted to avoid overthinking. She needed not to think deeply on it.

Zethan nodded quietly, though his mind was still spinning, trying to make sense of what he’d just heard.

Lilia smiled softly, tugging his hand. "Fine. Now let’s go see your pancakes."

Zethan chuckled, following her toward the dining area.

The moment they arrived, Lilia gasped softly. The plate on the table was carefully covered—clearly done to keep the pancakes warm. Beside it sat a jug of orange juice, freshly blended. She could see little orange particles floating inside, and from the look of it, Zethan had made it himself.

She turned to him, surprised. "You made this too?"

Zethan’s lips curved into a modest smile as he nodded. He had followed a MeTuber on MeTube. Quietly, he pulled out a chair for her and guided her to sit.

She sat down gently, and he took the seat beside her. Without saying a word, he uncovered the pancakes, sliced into one piece, and carefully poked it with a fork. Then, with deliberate calm, he brought it to her lips.

Lilia blinked, slightly stunned by his tenderness. Her mouth parted, and as the piece of pancake touched her lips, her eyes widened.

Zethan held his breath.

Was it bad? Was it good? Why was she quiet?

Lilia slowly chewed, and then her eyes lit up.

"Wow... this is perfect, honey. Where did you learn this from?"

Zethan scratched the back of his head, a little bashful. "I saw it online," he muttered.

Lilia giggled softly.

Then, without warning, she opened her mouth again, tilting her head toward him with an inviting, "Ah."

Zethan fell speechless.

But after a second, he reached for another piece, his fingers just barely trembling. He moved the fork to her lips again, and this time, she closed her eyes as she took it, biting her lip softly in satisfaction.

Zethan could only stare, drinking in the breathtaking sight and movement of her lips.

His jaw tightened.

He couldn’t believe how something so simple—her quiet giggle, her soft lips, the way she chewed—was already driving him insane.

She opened her mouth again to speak, but Zethan turned his face slightly to the side as he picked up another piece of pancake and gently brought it to her lips. She accepted it, her gaze fixed on him as she slowly took the bite, chewing softly.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned back into her chair, her hands resting quietly over her stomach in contentment.

Zethan cleared his throat. His voice was low and calm when he spoke.

"Loris..."

He didn’t need to say much—Lilia opened her eyes, blinking at him with a look of faint confusion.

"Yes?" she asked, swallowing what was left in her mouth.

Zethan was silent for a moment, then murmured, "You... you keep doing that. It’s almost as if you want me to take you back to bed and fuck you until sunset this time."

Lilia’s cheeks flushed deeply, her lips parting.

"I wouldn’t mind that," she said softly, then grinned. "But I want to go outside with you. Let’s swim and feel the ocean."

Zethan fell silent, quietly watching her—that was the only thing he heard properly.

She wouldn’t mind that... Did this wife even know what she was saying?

She opened her mouth again, and he said nothing—just calmly cut the pancakes and fed her gently.

Lilia ate softly, unaware of how intently he was watching her. Her pink lips moved delicately, her every motion pulling his gaze.

Then Lilia blinked as if remembering something. She turned to him, eyes opening wider.

"How about you? Aren’t you eating?"

Zethan shook his head. "Eat first. Yours is more important."

Lilia frowned slightly, shaking her head in protest. "Nope. We’re both important."

Without another word, she took the fork from his hand, caught a piece of pancake, and moved it toward his lips.

Zethan’s eyes widened slightly as he turned his face to the side, surprised.

Lilia blinked in return, a little caught off guard herself. This man—her husband—was blushing... and yet, he still managed to surprise her.

Then Zethan turned back to her, and she said softly, "Say ah."

He hesitated for a beat before opening his mouth.

"Good..." she whispered with a small smile, gently pressing the pancake to his lips.

He took it, lips brushing the fork—and for a second, she almost let it slip.

She had nearly said good boy.

The memory of the night before flickered through her mind—the punishment, the tension, the quiet surrender. And now, this—sharing pancakes as if nothing had happened.

She swallowed, lips twitching as her face flushed and the number counting... oh... something else.

She wasn’t going to call him that—not after what he’d done yesterday, making her count numbers while she was floating in cloud nine.

Just as they finished their meal, Lilia finally spoke.

"I’ll go freshen up so we can head to the beach."

Zethan nodded and paused for a second. "I’ll clean up here," he said quietly.

Lilia paused too, then blurted, "Oh—my bad! Let me help—"

But he shook his head. "Come on, go ahead. I’ve got it. What am I here for, then?"

His voice was soft but steady. Lilia gave him a small, thankful smile and leaned forward to place a quick kiss on his cheek. freewёbnoνel.com

"Thank you," she whispered, then turned to the wardrobe, pulled something out, and walked briskly into the bathroom.

Once inside, she stood in front of the mirror. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the faint marks on her neck and upper jaw.

It was the first time she’d really taken them in—the subtle yet deep traces, more like bite marks. She hadn’t realized vampires could go for so long... He’d fucked her until sunrise. No wonder she’d slept till the evening. And Zethan? He seemed perfectly fine. After all, he was a full vampire.

She, on the other hand, was only half—and her immortality was still transitioning.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she slipped off her shirt. Her reflection stared back at her—bare skin scattered with more marks across her chest and shoulders. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks as she quickly sat in the tub and started freshening up.

Once she was done, she slipped into a cute bikini and wrapped a fancy robe over it—something breezy and perfect for the beach.

As she stepped out, she noticed Zethan had finished cleaning and was just now drying his hands with a towel.

He heard the door click shut.

But just as he turned—

He froze.

There she stood—his wife, her robe sliding down and pooling at her elbows.

She stood before him in a soft, pastel-colored bikini—simple, cute... stunning.

And in that instant, even the vampire himself forgot to breathe.

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