My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 107: You Only See Me

Chapter 107: You Only See Me

Naomi fell silent. It wasn’t just the weight of the revelation—it was the shock of realizing that the plan had always been to divorce after Zylan wrapped up his business. The very idea felt surreal. And yet, who would have thought that, all this while, Zylan had been thinking of never going through with the divorce?

She found herself frozen in place, her wide eyes fixed on him. Disbelief flickered across her face, painting a picture of shock so vivid that even Zylan, who prided himself on his composure, felt slightly unnerved.

This wasn’t the reaction he’d expected. She didn’t look angry or relieved—just stunned, as though the very foundation of her understanding had been shaken.

Breaking the heavy silence, Zylan coughed quietly. His hand reached up, brushing through his hair. The simple motion caused several strands to fall onto his forehead, framing his face in a way that made him look more effortlessly handsome. The light from the car’s interior illuminated his features, casting a warm glow that softened his usually intense expression.

"Forget what I said," he murmured, his voice uneven, almost hesitant. F*ck...It wasn’t like him to sound unsure. And yet, here he was, caught off guard by the silence stretching between them.

Naomi blinked, finally snapping out of her trance. Her gaze softened slightly as she studied his face—his strong jawline, the faint shadow of stubble, the way his eyes seemed to waver ever so slightly. For the first time, he didn’t look untouchable.

Without thinking, her hands moved. Gently, she cupped his face, her fingertips brushing against the sharp lines of his jaw. Zylan’s breath hitched at the unexpected gesture, but he didn’t pull away.

"Give me some time to think," Naomi said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her words hung in the air, delicate and fragile, but they carried the weight of her turmoil. She needed time to process—time to untangle the mess of emotions swirling within her.

Zylan nodded quickly, almost too quickly, as though her request had granted him a reprieve. Relief flickered in his dark eyes, but it was fleeting, replaced almost immediately by a hint of trepidation. He understood that this was unexpected for her—how could he not? Still, the uncertainty gnawed at him.

"Of course," he replied, his voice steadying. "Take your time. Let’s say... a week?" He tried to sound casual, but the slight falter in his tone betrayed him. Deep down, he feared that she might change her mind—or worse, walk away entirely.

Naomi arched a brow, surprised that he was attempting to negotiate, of all things. She gave a small nod, though her thoughts remained elsewhere. Before she could dwell on it further, the car rolled to a stop in front of a large store. The motion jolted her out of her reverie, and she blinked in surprise as she glanced out the window.

It was only then that she remembered why they were there—to buy a present for her father. The weight of everything that had just unfolded had nearly made her forget.

The chauffeur stepped out, walking briskly around to open Zylan’s door. Zylan emerged gracefully, his movements fluid and precise, as though every step he took was deliberate. He extended a hand toward Naomi, his gaze meeting hers with an unspoken question. Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his, the warmth of his palm grounding her in the present.

They walked together toward the entrance of the expansive store, their footsteps echoing faintly against the polished floor. Inside, Naomi’s breath caught. The store was breathtaking. Every detail, from the intricate designs on the walls to the carefully curated displays, exuded luxury. It was a space designed exclusively for men, she realized with a start.

The revelation surprised her. She had always assumed men didn’t have as many products tailored to them. Most stores she had visited catered to women, their shelves overflowing with variety and indulgence. But here, the sheer range of items—clothing, accessories, grooming products, and more—was staggering.

Her thoughts began to wander as she tried to decide what would make the perfect gift for her father’s birthday. After some time, she turned to Zylan, who had been quietly observing her from a distance.

"What are you planning to get?" she asked, her tone light but curious.

Zylan didn’t hesitate. "I’ll get whatever you choose," he said simply, as though the matter had already been decided.

Naomi’s eyes widened. She shook her head, her words tumbling out in a rush. "No, no, no! You have to get what you think is good. I can’t—I can’t choose for you. What if—what if—"

Her voice faltered, trailing off as nervousness consumed her. She bit her lip, her gaze darting to the floor.

Zylan stepped closer, his presence both commanding and reassuring. "Calm down," he said gently, his tone soothing. "We’re family. Whatever you choose, I’ll take it. There’s no ’no’ to it."

The firmness in his voice left no room for argument. Naomi stared at him, her mouth opening and closing as she tried—and failed—to form a coherent response.

Zylan reached out, taking her hand in his. His grip was firm yet reassuring, grounding her once again. Without another word, he began leading her toward the elevator at the far end of the store. Naomi glanced up at him, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Are we... are we getting something?" she asked hesitantly.

Zylan waved his free hand dismissively, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I’ll take you somewhere better," he said simply, his tone carrying a quiet confidence that made her heart skip a beat.

Naomi blinked, struggling to comprehend his words. Better? How could there possibly be a place better than this? This store, with its grandeur and luxury, was the most extravagant place she had ever seen. But then again, she reminded herself, Zylan lived in a world entirely different from hers—a world she could barely begin to understand.

As they stepped into the elevator and the doors slid shut with a soft chime, Naomi couldn’t help but glance at him out of the corner of her eye. He stood tall and composed, his expression unreadable. It was moments like these that reminded her just how enigmatic he was—how little she truly knew about the man who had upended her life.

When the elevator doors opened, Naomi’s breath caught. The scene before her was like something out of a dream. The space was even more opulent than the store below, every detail carefully designed to exude exclusivity.

Her mouth fell open as she stepped forward cautiously, her eyes darting from one luxurious display to another. Was this some hidden part of a luxury universe? The premium corner of existence? She couldn’t wrap her head around it.

"Feel free to pick anything," Zylan said calmly, his voice breaking through the haze of her thoughts.

Naomi moved cautiously, marveling at the intricate displays of suits, shoes, and accessories. Her fingers hovered over a particular leather watch displayed under a pristine glass case. Her breath hitched as recognition dawned on her.

The watch, famously called You Only See Me, was unmistakable. It was the very same watch her father had been obsessed with for years—one that could only be obtained through an exclusive online auction. She remembered her father’s frustration every time he failed to secure it. The auction was intense, with wealthy bidders relentlessly driving up the pricebut this one means you pay money until only the highest emerged victorious. Her father had never even come close.

And now, here it was. In front of her.

Her voice trembled with disbelief as she whispered, "Tell me... this is You Only See Me?"

Zylan nodded nonchalantly, his expression unreadable. Naomi’s shock deepened. She turned to him, her lips parting as if to ask whether her eyes were playing tricks on her.

Before she could speak, Zylan motioned to a nearby sales attendant. "Pack it," he said simply.

The attendant, a neatly dressed woman in a fitted black blazer, bowed her head respectfully before moving to retrieve the watch. "Shall I wrap it as a gift?" she asked, her voice professional and even-toned.

"Yes," Zylan replied, waving his hand dismissively as though the matter required no further discussion.

As the attendant carefully lifted the watch from its display, the previously hidden price tag came into full view. Naomi’s heart plummeted as her gaze fell on the outrageous number.

Her mouth opened in protest, and she hurriedly shook her head. "No, no! It’s fine. We can get something else," she said, her nervous laugh betraying her discomfort.

The attendant glanced between them, her hands momentarily pausing as she awaited Zylan’s decision.

Zylan, catching the way Naomi’s eyes nervously darted toward the price tag, turned to her with an unreadable expression.

His sharp gaze lingered for a moment, studying her reaction, before his lips curved into a faint smirk. "Make it the full package," he said with a calm authority.

The attendant blinked, momentarily caught off guard by his request. "Mr. Zylan, you mean I should include the matching leather shoes?"

"Yes," Zylan said curtly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. He looked away dismissively, signaling the end of the conversation. The woman quickly bowed before walking off, her posture stiff with respect.

Naomi’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "It’s really fine, Zylan," she stammered, her voice trembling slightly. "There’s no need to spend so much. I—"

Before she could finish, Zylan leaned in closer, silencing her protest with a soft kiss on her forehead. The action was so sudden, so unexpected, that Naomi froze in place, her wide eyes staring up at him in shock.

The subtle display of intimacy did not go unnoticed by the nearby attendants. Most of them—primarily women—stared in stunned silence, their cheeks turning pink as they exchanged awkward glances. A few even pressed their lips together, trying to suppress knowing smiles.

Naomi, however, wasn’t smiling. Her entire face felt like it was on fire. Her cheeks burned so hot that even her neck began to flush. "Zylan, why?" she managed to squeak, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart.

He smirked, his calm demeanor unshaken. "Any time you underestimate me, I’ll scold you," he said matter-of-factly. His tone was light, almost playful, but there was a certain finality in his words that made her chest tighten. "And not just any scolding—this kind of scolding."

Naomi barely had time to process what he meant before he raised a hand and circled the spot on her forehead where he had kissed her. His touch was light but deliberate, as if to emphasize his point.

Then, to her utter dismay, he added in a low voice, "If you say another word, I’ll kiss you here." He pointed at her lips, his smirk widening ever so slightly. His fingers brushed lightly against her soft, full lips, sending a jolt of heat straight through her.

Naomi’s eyes widened in disbelief. Her lips parted as though to speak, but no sound came out. Instinctively, she took a step back, her heart pounding wildly.

Without another word, she turned on her heel and hurried off, her footsteps quickening as she tried to put distance between herself and the man who had just turned her world upside down.

Her flushed face betrayed her inner turmoil. She didn’t even know where she was going; she just needed to get away, to find some semblance of composure. Behind her, Zylan’s gaze followed her retreating figure, a satisfied glint in his dark eyes.

A moment later, his voice rang out, calm but commanding. "I’ll be back Eaglet"

Naomi nodded.

As he moved ahead, Naomi’s attention was drawn to the soft giggling of the attendants nearby. Their laughter, though quiet, was impossible to miss. Her eyes narrowed as she turned toward them, catching the startled expressions of the young women as they realized she had noticed.

Their amusement quickly gave way to panic. They bowed deeply, their postures stiff with apology. It was clear they understood the risks of appearing disrespectful in the presence of Zylan’s wife, even if it had been unintentional.

Naomi frowned slightly, her curiosity piqued, but before she could dwell on it, Zylan’s voice cut through the silence once more.

"Eaglet," he called.

Naomi turned in his direction, her eyes widening as they landed on him. For a moment, she thought her vision might be playing tricks on her. Standing just a few feet away, Zylan held an exquisite bouquet of flowers in one hand and a small, elegantly wrapped pink gift box in the other.

Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the unexpected sight. Was... was it for her?