My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 121: Her Words

Chapter 121: Her Words

Zylan stilled, surprised as his body refused to move where he knelt. His eyes widened in both shock and disbelief as he stared at Naomi. Her body remained frozen, mirroring his. She was as still as he was, and yet, there was something about her presence—something different—something he couldn’t grasp.

One of his eyes—the iris that had turned red—slowly faded back to its normal color, though the other remained pure red. It was a shocking sight; the change felt impossible. Had it been because of what she said?

Buthow?

He couldn’t understand it. He couldn’t begin to comprehend what had just happened.

Zylan looked at Naomi, speechless, for what felt like an eternity. Naomi, on the other hand, watched him closely, her gaze unwavering. She didn’t look afraid or even unsure. She was simply waiting, observing him, wondering what was going through his mind.

Without hesitation, she bent toward him, unconcerned by her bare form. They were both exposed, yet Naomi didn’t care. She leaned in, her hand coming to gently cup his face. Her touch was warm, a subtle comfort that sent a shiver through his body. Before he could react, she pulled him into a tender embrace, holding him close. The unexpected closeness, her warmth surrounding him, felt like a lifeline in a sea of confusion.

Then, softly, she leaned in and pressed a delicate kiss to his cheek. Zylan’s heart skipped a beat. His eyes widened even further, though part of him wished to close them, to shut out the overwhelming feelings that surged through him.

Zylan’s eyes widened in surprise as she pulled away, meeting his gaze with unwavering sincerity. Her eyes never wavered; they only deepened with the care she so freely gave him.

Then, she spoke, her voice soft yet certain.

"I love you very, very much, Zylan."

Zylan remained still, disbelief flickering in his eyes. His throat tightened as he tried to speak, but no words came out at first. After a long, painful pause, he managed to speak, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Naomi... I have secrets. I’m dangerous. You’ll regret—"

Before he could finish, Naomi silenced him with a kiss—soft, gentle, and full of unspoken promises. She didn’t allow him to finish his sentence, as though those words didn’t belong in this moment. When she finally pulled away, her voice was firm yet tender, filled with a certainty that he couldn’t ignore.

"Don’t ever say that. I wouldn’t regret a thing. I know you have secrets, and I know you’ll tell me when the time is right. I’ll wait."

Zylan exhaled, his resistance crumbling as he nodded. The raw emotion in her voice broke something inside him, and he felt a weight lift from his chest. He pulled her into another embrace, this time holding her even closer, needing her warmth, needing her presence.

"Come on," she whispered, her voice a soft lullaby. "Let’s get some sleep."

The cold wind from the open window stirred the air, causing Naomi’s golden hair to sway gently to the side. In that moment, bathed in the moon’s soft glow, she looked like a goddess—radiant, breathtaking, and entirely his. Every inch of her felt ethereal, like she was from a different world, a world he didn’t belong in. And yet, she was here, with him.

Zylan turned to her, his eyes searching for any sign of hesitation—but there was none. She simply knelt there, her face holding nothing but worry, patience, and... love.

Naomi’s words weren’t something he could explain. It was pure, untainted by the darkness that surrounded him. It was a love that wrapped itself around his broken pieces and made him feel whole, even if just for a moment.

Without a second thought, Zylan stood and scooped her into his arms. His movements were swift, effortless, and before Naomi could even react, they were on the bed. He laid her down gently, his hands lingering on her skin for a moment, as if afraid that letting go would cause her to disappear. Their cold skin gradually warmed against the cozy sheets, the softness of the bed a sharp contrast to the tension that had held them both captive.

Pulling the duvet over them, he ensured Naomi was well-covered before finally resting his head. He could feel her warmth seep into him, the rhythmic sound of her breathing gradually easing the tension in his own body.

Naomi nestled against his chest, her warmth seeping into him. Then, she tilted her head up to look at him, her gaze full of affection.

"Goodnight, love," she whispered, her words soft and soothing.

Zylan stilled, staring at her. His mouth opened and closed as if struggling to form words. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, none of which made sense. Her words hung in the air, an impossible thing that threatened to undo everything he had ever known. He wasn’t sure how to respond. He wasn’t sure how to accept this love, how to accept her unwavering devotion.

Finally, he spoke, his voice barely audible.

"Goodnight, Eaglet."

Naomi smiled at his words, the corners of her lips turning up in a way that made Zylan’s heart ache with an emotion he couldn’t name. She closed her eyes, her body relaxing into his as she drifted into sleep.

Zylan lay there, unmoving, disbelief washing over him. Those words still echoed in his mind, making his heart flutter. If someone had told him he would ever hear those words from his wife’s lips, he wouldn’t have believed them.

Yet here he was—surprised, overwhelmed, and filled with an emotion he couldn’t quite name. A strange but intoxicating mix of happiness, excitement, and wonder stirred within him, unlike anything he had ever felt before. And it terrified him.

As he lay there, unable to tear his gaze away from Naomi, his thoughts raced. She loved him. Despite everything, despite the monster he believed himself to be, she loved him. How was it possible? How could she love someone like him?

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Meanwhile, inside a small, dimly lit room, Rose’s eyes opened tirelessly as the creak of the bunk bed disturbed the silence.

The faint breeze from the small window did little to cool the stifling air. Everything felt heavy and oppressive. Rose lay there, her body restless and aching, forced to turn cautiously lest she roll off onto the hard floor. The window was barely helping, offering little to no fresh air from above.

She sighed deeply, frustration settling in. This wasn’t working. This oppressive heat, the discomfort of the cramped space—it was all too much. The small room felt like a prison, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was suffocating in here.

Meanwhile, she knew that Rylan, on the other hand, was most likely enjoying himself in that large, spacious room. He always had the better of everything. Rose couldn’t help but resent that.

The thought of it made her chest tighten. If it could make her feel this way, what about someone with claustrophobia?

Slowly, she sat up, clutching the small duvet in her hands. She was dressed in a baggy top and warm shorts—perfect for comfort, but not for a night spent tossing and turning in a tiny room.

A thought crossed her mind, unbidden and almost desperate. Maybe...

She could slip into Rylan’s bed, just for a while. She would leave before morning, sneaking back to her own bed as if she had never moved. It wasn’t as if he would notice, right? He was a deep sleeper.wasn’t he she was not even sure herself.

Goodidea, Rose, she muttered to herself, nodding as she finally stood up.

Moving carefully, she reached for the doorknob, turning it as slowly as possible. The moment the door creaked, her lips parted in surprise. Of all the times for this stupid door to make a noise...

Her heart pounded as she eased the door open, her eyes darting immediately toward the bed.

There lay Rylan, resting peacefully on one side of the large mattress.

Phew. Thank God he wasn’t a bad sleeper. That meant she could slip in without him noticing and wake up early enough to leave undetected.

Encouraged by the thought, she stepped forward. But just as she moved, her foot struck the edge of the bed.

Pain shot through her toe, and she bit her lip, swallowing any sound that threatened to escape. She sucked in a sharp breath, standing frozen as the room’s breeze swept over her. For a moment, she almost reconsidered.

But exhaustion won out, and she carefully climbed onto the farthest edge of the bed, pressing herself against the extreme side. The moment her body met the softness of the mattress, a deep sense of relief washed over her. Finally. Sleep was already pulling her in, her muscles relaxing.

Just as she closed her eyes, ready to drift off, she felt movement beside her.

Her eyes snapped open in surprise.

Rylan had moved.

Her heart pounded wildly. Why did he have to move now, of all times? At the very least, he could have done that when she was already asleep.

Then, his eyes opened.

Rose’s breath hitched, her eyes widening in surprise. ’Please don’t see me...’ she silently prayed, trying to stay calm. But at this point, it felt impossible.

Rylan’s voice broke the silence, quiet and low.

"It seems your room isn’t enough for you."

Rose snapped upright, quickly searching for an excuse.

"That place is so cramped! I felt like I was suffocating," she said, pretending not to understand what he was implying. Then, with a casual shrug, she added, "Besides, you already told me I could come, right? I figured I might as well take the main bed."

She let out a small laugh before quickly turning away, lying down again in an attempt to end the conversation.

But then, Rylan spoke again, his tone unreadable.

"I suggested that... and you declined. Yet here you are, so hellbent on entering a grown man’s room."