My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 119: Are You Wearing…

Chapter 119: Are You Wearing...

The room froze for a moment.

Sabrina’s face went pale as panic set in—this wasn’t how the plan was supposed to unfold. The situation had spiraled completely out of her control. A tight, suffocating dread gripped her chest as she felt the weight of Zylan’s piercing gaze burning into her. His dark, knowing eyes sent a silent warning that made her stomach churn with regret. She had never meant for things to escalate like this.

Mr. Lucas’ eyes widened as he felt the cold liquid seep down his back. His body went rigid, the chill of the spilled wine sending a sharp awareness through him. The laughter and chatter around them faded, replaced by a thick, unsettling silence. Disbelief and anger surged in his veins as he slowly turned to see who had caused the mess.

His wife gasped, her face draining of color. Across from him, Sabrina stood frozen in place, her expression as white as a sheet. Humiliation crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her hands trembled as she glanced down at her once-pristine crimson and white dress. The deep red stains of the wine streaked across the fabric, creating a disastrous tie-dye effect that looked nothing short of tragic. She wanted to scream, to disappear, to undo this moment—but it was too late.

All eyes shifted to Zylan.

But Zylan, unbothered by the growing tension, had already scooped Naomi into his arms. His movement had been swift, effortless—almost instinctual. The air in the room thickened as stunned gasps filled the space.

He held Naomi with ease, his arms securing her against his broad chest as if she belonged there. The sight alone sent whispers rippling through the crowd.

Then, his voice cut through the silence. Smooth, deep, and unwavering.

"My wife needs to rest."

With that, Zylan turned and began ascending the staircase, leaving the entire room in a stunned daze.

A group of influential women, most of whom had paraded their daughters in hopes of catching Zylan’s attention, erupted into hushed whispers.

"Did you see how he carried her?" one of them gushed, fanning herself. "He’s incredible—what reflexes!"

Another chimed in, voice brimming with admiration. "Oh my God, he’s so handsome. She’s so lucky."

A third hesitated before adding, "Wait... isn’t that her sister?"

The awkward tension thickened, spreading like wildfire through the grand hall. The realization settled uneasily among the guests, but no one dared say more.

Mr. Lucas, however, was seething.

His jaw tightened as he forced himself to maintain his composure. But his gaze, now locked onto Sabrina, was filled with silent fury. Though she tried to mask her unease, Sabrina knew her father’s wrath would not be mild.

Finally, Mr. Lucas addressed the room, his voice strained yet controlled. "Thank you all for your thoughtfulness. I’m grateful for your presence tonight."

His lips curled into a forced smile as he let out a dry chuckle. "It seems I’ve already received a gift from one of my daughters."

The guests chuckled politely, but the humor was lost on him. For Mr. Lucas, the joke was anything but amusing.

Taking a measured breath, he straightened his shoulders and added, "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll take my leave to get changed."

With that, he turned and disappeared from the room.

****

Zylan carried Naomi effortlessly, his long strides unhurried. Her body was nestled securely against his, her warmth seeping into his chest. She hid her face in her hands, her embarrassment clear.

He chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich.

"Oh, Zylan," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "All eyes were on us."

He chuckled again. "Let them watch."

They reached her room. With a smooth motion, Zylan pushed the door open and stepped inside, shutting it behind them.

Click.

The soft sound of the lock falling into place sent a shiver down Naomi’s spine.

Gently, Zylan placed her on the bed.

Naomi hesitated before finally uncovering her face. Her golden eyes met his, searching. "I could’ve walked, you know."

Zylan smirked, leaning against the bedpost. "You could have."

She narrowed her eyes, curiosity creeping in. "Wait... how did you know the glass of wine was about to spill on me? Was it your vampire sixth sense?"

Her own words seemed to surprise her, and she blinked as the question hung in the air.

Zylan’s smirk deepened. "No, just common sense." He winked.

Naomi frowned skeptically. "No way. That was more than common sense. If it were, the criminal cases in this world would be way below average."

His gaze softened at her sharp observation. Amusement flickered in his dark eyes as he murmured, "Smart eaglet indeed." The nickname rolled off his tongue effortlessly, filled with quiet affection.

Zylan pushed himself off the bedpost and walked toward her wardrobe, pulling it open. His sharp eyes scanned the neatly arranged clothes. Baggy pajamas in soft pastel colors filled most of the space, each piece a contrast to Naomi’s fiery golden eyes and the confidence she sometimes carried.

His smirk returned.

Ignoring the oversized pajamas, his fingers brushed against a silk, rich-brown nightgown. Flared at the hem, smooth to the touch. Without hesitation, he pulled it out.

Turning, he approached Naomi and handed it to her. "You can call it vampire sixth sense if you’d like."

Naomi huffed softly but took the nightgown without argument. "Fine, I’ll go with that."

She turned her back to him. Zylan stepped closer, his fingers deftly working to unstrap her gown. His movements were smooth, practiced—careful. The dress slipped effortlessly to the floor.

Naomi picked it up and folded it neatly before placing it on a nearby box for later. She didn’t even glance at the oversized pajamas he had first considered.

Without a word, she made her way to the bathroom. Inside, she removed her makeup with gentle hands, her fingers working over her skin with practiced ease. The cool sensation of the water soothed her, washing away the remnants of the night.

A small sigh of relief left her lips as she unhooked her bra. She decided to unwind with a quick shower, letting the warm water cascade over her skin. The tension in her shoulders melted away.

After drying off, she slipped into the gown Zylan had chosen for her. The silk brushed against her skin in a way that felt different—lighter, more intimate.

As soon as she stepped out, Zylan’s slow, knowing smile greeted her.

His dark gaze lingered before he passed her, stepping into the bathroom himself. He closed the door behind him, his movements deliberate, as if he had plans for the night that she hadn’t yet caught onto.

Naomi climbed onto the bed, sinking into the cozy embrace of the mattress. Her body relaxed, her mind at ease.

Just as she got comfortable, the sound of the bathroom door opening caught her attention.

She turned—and froze.

Zylan emerged, his towering frame draped in a light pink pair of pajamas.

Naomi’s eyes widened.

For the first time, she saw him in something so soft, so... out of character. His usual aura of control and mystery was still there, but the sight of him in pastel pink was almost too much to process.

A giggle bubbled out of her before she could stop it.

She stood on the bed, opening her arms dramatically. "You’re so cute," she teased, her grin widening. "Like a soft, cozy panda."

Zylan raised a brow, unimpressed.

She giggled again. Without hesitation, she bounced across the bed and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

Zylan stumbled slightly but caught her with ease.

Her warm breath tickled his skin as she nuzzled into his neck. Then—unexpectedly—she bit down lightly.

A low groan escaped his lips.

Her playful energy was intoxicating, pulling him deeper into her spell. Naomi leaned back, her golden eyes glinting mischievously.

"Mr. Cute Panda," she whispered with a sly smile.

Zylan let out a soft sigh, his lips twitching upward despite himself.

This girl, he thought, was nothing less than a spell—a powerful, captivating spell he couldn’t resist.

And then—

"Are you wearing panties?" he asked softly, his tone teasing yet low enough to send a shiver down her spine.

Naomi shook her head, her face flushed. She hadn’t bothered with panties or a bra—she was about to sleep, and those weren’t exactly necessities.

"Good," he murmured with a sly smile.

Adjusting her position atop him, Zylan’s strong hands slid to her waist. In one smooth motion, he pushed her gown up to her back, exposing her soft, round curves.

Naomi’s eyes widened in alarm, her cheeks deepening to a shade of crimson. "Z-Zylan... what are you doing? They might hear us!" she whispered, her voice trembling with caution.

"They won’t," he assured her, his voice steady and calm as his hand caressed her warm, supple skin.

His fingers grazed her gently before delivering a firm, deliberate slap to her plush curves. Naomi gasped, her breath catching in her throat, eyes blown wide with shock.

"They won’t hear a thing," he repeated, smirking as his hand lingered, stroking the spot he’d just marked. "Now, baby, wiggle for me," he commanded softly, amusement and challenge lacing his tone.