My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 108: Tempt Me

Chapter 108: Tempt Me

No, this wasn’t a gift for her father. It couldn’t be. This was for her—undoubtedly. The way Zylan stood there, flowers in hand, made her heart skip a beat. He looked so effortlessly perfect like he was sculpted for this very moment.

His tall frame seemed to command the space around him, every detail of his presence striking—his sharp jawline, the way his dark hair framed his intense gaze, and the tenderness in his expression that softened his otherwise imposing demeanor.

He was staring directly at her, his gaze warm and unyielding, filled with so much devotion that it felt as though she was the only thing that mattered in his world.

And maybe she was.

The feeling welling up inside her was indescribable, too vast for words. It wasn’t just affection. No, it was something deeper—something that reached into her soul, wrapping it in an embrace she never wanted to let go of.

Naomi’s breath caught in her throat as she tried to process the sight of him. Her thoughts stumbled over one another, searching for the right word to describe him. Husband-like, perhaps? If such a word existed, it would fit Zylan perfectly.

He stood tall, radiating a quiet strength and a warmth that seemed to fill the room. Who would have thought her husband, the man whose stoic nature often masked his emotions, would surprise her with such breathtaking flowers?

As she took in the bouquet, silence lingered between them. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence but rather one heavy with unspoken emotion. Naomi held the flowers close, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest. Yet her lack of response seemed to unnerve him.

Zylan broke the quiet worriedly. "If you don’t like it, it’s fine. I can—"

"No," she cut him off, her voice soft yet resolute. Her lips curved into a small smile. "It’s perfect, my husband."

Slowly, she approached him, each step deliberate, as though savoring the moment. The bouquet felt light in her hands, though its beauty carried an overwhelming weight in her heart. She brought the flowers to her nose, their fragrance instantly enchanting her senses. The vivid roses and exotic blooms—some she couldn’t even name—seemed almost too perfect to be real. Yet they were, and their combined scent was nothing short of magical.

Tears welled up in her eyes, the sheer beauty of the gesture rendering her momentarily speechless. She blinked rapidly, trying to push the emotions back. "Zylan, you..." Her voice faltered, her gratitude too vast to confine to words.

But he shook his head, a small, knowing smile gracing his lips. "My wife, I wanted to surprise you."

Naomi’s heart swelled as she gazed at him. Her lips parted into a smile, one filled with gratitude, love, and something she couldn’t quite define. Slowly, she whispered, "Come closer."

Her eyes darted around the room, ensuring no attendants lingered. When he bent toward her, she used the bouquet to shield their faces and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Zylan chuckled, the sound low and rich, vibrating through the space between them. "My wife is becoming bold and shameless, huh?" he teased, his tone warm and affectionate.

Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, and she struggled to suppress the shy smile tugging at her lips.

"Let’s go," Zylan said, his voice steady yet filled with an undercurrent of fondness. "We’ve got a gift for your father."

Naomi nodded quietly, still clutching the bouquet tightly. As they stepped into the elevator, the atmosphere around them shifted. The confined space seemed to intensify the emotions swirling between them. Naomi glanced down at the bouquet, her fingers brushing over the petals as a silent promise formed in her mind.

She would plant these flowers herself once they returned to the mansion. It felt like more than just a gift—it was a treasure, a memory she wanted to preserve.

Her eyes fell on a single sunflower nestled in the center of the bouquet. Its golden-yellow petals stood out against the deep reds and soft whites surrounding it. She turned to Zylan, her curiosity evident in the way her brow furrowed slightly.

"Why the sunflower?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zylan’s gaze softened further as he looked at her. "Because it represents you, Eaglet," he replied, his tone carrying a sincerity that made her chest warm. "You shine—simple, elegant, and brighter than anyone else. You’re unique."

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Naomi’s breath caught as their weight sank in, her mind racing to process them. She wanted to say something, to respond in kind, but no words seemed adequate. Instead, she smiled—a small, tremulous smile that carried all the emotions she couldn’t voice.

A single tear slipped down her cheek, betraying the overwhelming joy swelling in her chest.

When the elevator doors opened with a soft ping, she quickly wiped it away, unwilling to let the moment break.

Zylan noticed, his sharp eyes catching the movement. "The bouquet’s heavy," he said, his voice laced with concern.

"No, Zylan," she replied, shaking her head gently. "These are tears of joy."

For a moment, he said nothing, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he extended his hand toward her. Naomi placed hers in his without hesitation, their fingers intertwining as he guided her toward the car waiting outside as they stepped in.

The chauffeur stepped out and opened the trunk, where the store attendant, with a polite nod, carefully placed the well-wrapped gifts inside. Once everything was secured, the chauffeur closed the trunk and climbed into the driver’s seat, his posture rigid and professional. His eyes flicked to Zylan through the rearview mirror, waiting silently for a signal.

Zylan gave a slight nod, and the car smoothly pulled away from the curb.

Naomi sat back, the bouquet resting on her lap. Her gaze drifted back to the sunflower, its vibrant hue standing out like a beacon. It wasn’t just a flower—it felt like a piece of Zylan himself, wrapped in petals and magic.

She shifted slightly, setting the bouquet aside before turning to face him. Her movements were slow, almost tentative, as though the world around them had melted away, leaving just the two of them.

Placing her hand on his lap, she looked up at him, her eyes searching his for something unspoken. When he laid his hand over hers, she clasped it firmly, the warmth of his touch grounding her her eyes flickered to the ring on his finger her heartwarming up.

She could hardly believe this was happening.

With her free hand, she began to trace small, deliberate patterns on his palm. Her finger moved slowly, almost reverently, each stroke carrying an unspoken message.

Then, with a soft smile playing on her lips, she traced a heart. She followed it with the letter Z, then a heart again, and finally, the letter N.

Zylan’s lips curved into a tender smile, his gaze fixed on her as though she was the only thing in the world worth looking at. Her small gesture spoke louder than words ever could—a silent promise, a declaration of adoration that needed no explanation.

His heart thudded in his chest as realization dawned. For a man who rarely lost his composure, the effect was startling. His usual calm shattered as he stared at her, a mixture of surprise and something deeper flickering in his eyes.

Before he could respond, Naomi leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on the spot where she had traced the heart.

Zylan’s eyes widened caught off guard. The simple act was enough to unravel him. Acting on instinct, he reached out, his fingers brushing the nape of her neck as he leaned in to kiss her.

What he intended to be a fleeting kiss quickly spiraled into something more. The moment his lips met hers, his resolve crumbled. His emotions spilled over, his kiss deepening as he pulled her closer.

Naomi’s eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. She instinctively leaned back slightly, breaking the kiss.

"Zylan..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her gaze flicked nervously to the chauffeur, who sat rigidly in the front seat, his eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead.

Though the chauffeur’s professionalism was evident, Naomi couldn’t shake the embarrassment flooding her. She was certain he had noticed something, even if he pretended otherwise.

Zylan, however, seemed utterly unfazed. "What can I do?" he said, his tone playful yet rich with affection. "You’ve tempted me."

Her cheeks burned brighter, and she turned her head to the side, hoping to hide her flushed face.

Her reaction only made Zylan laugh—a sound so warm and genuine that it momentarily surprised even the chauffeur. It was rare to see his stoic boss so unguarded, so alive with joy.

As the car slowed to a stop, Naomi’s heart raced as though it had skipped a thousand beats. Her gaze darted out the window, and her stomach tightened when she realized where they were.

Right in front of her parents’ house.