My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 123: Something Wrong

Chapter 123: Something Wrong

Naomi stilled, taken aback by his words. He didn’t mean that... right? The words hung in the air, unsettling her as her mind raced to process their weight.

She stared at him, her breath hitching. She couldn’t help but wonder—why had he said that? The seriousness in his voice earlier had made her heart race with both surprise and a flicker of curiosity. It felt like he was revealing something more than what was on the surface, but she couldn’t figure it out yet.

Their gazes locked, and the room fell into an unnerving silence. She wanted to speak, to ask him what he meant, but the words wouldn’t come. The moment seemed too fragile, too delicate for anything as trivial as a question.

Finally, she swallowed the lump in her throat and whispered, "Good morning." The words felt weak and insignificant, but at least they broke the silence. She needed to break it. Anything to fill the space between them.

"Good morning, Eaglet...." As if something clicked he spoke hurriedly. "Let’s go."

Before she could process his words, Zylan swiftly sat up, his movements deliberate, as though he had already decided on something—something she wasn’t quite privy to. His urgency was unlike him, and it sent a ripple of uncertainty through Naomi’s chest. She stared at him, her thoughts racing to catch up.

"Where are we going?" she asked, surprised by his sudden shift in behavior. His tone had been sharp, almost....hurried.

"Let’s just go. I’ll explain later."

His voice had a strained edge, and the words sounded like they were from someone else. Someone Zylan didn’t usually let show. What had changed? Naomi couldn’t shake the feeling that something deeper was going on—something important. But what.

There was a deep, barely contained intensity in his voice, a sense of urgency that caught her off guard. She watched him with growing confusion as he moved toward the see-through wardrobe, pulling out a matching set of clothes.

Naomi furrowed her brow. Zylan Reed—always calm, collected, and composed—was now rushing. Why? Her mind tried to piece the puzzle together, but the fragments weren’t making sense. This wasn’t the man she knew. The man she knew wouldn’t act like this without a reason.

He handed her the clothes, his fingers brushing hers just for a moment. The touch sent an unexpected shiver through her, but she said nothing, taking the clothes without protest. She couldn’t ask him what was going on right now.

Not when he seemed to be so... distracted. There was something deep in his eyes, something that made her want to wait. She would ask him later. When they were in the car. Then, and only then, would she demand answers.

Naomi moved into the bathroom, the soft hum of the water filling the space around her as she turned on the tap and began to fill the tub. The warm water would help calm her, at least for a moment. She added the necessary soaps, stripped off her clothes, and sank into the warmth of the tub, letting the sensation of the water soothe her.

Her mind, however, refused to relax. Worry gnawed at her from the inside. She couldn’t help it. She needed to know what was happening. What had Zylan meant? And why did everything feel off?

Last night, she had said those three words—those three words she’d never thought she’d say. But she had meant them with every fiber of her being. She had said them without hesitation. She had meant it. There had been no doubt. Iloveyou.

But now, as she sat in the tub, She had started thinking things through ever since Rose asked her that question. She’d tried to convince herself that this feeling wasn’t just infatuation or the result of some warped circumstance. But now, sitting here with the knowledge that she was in love with him, a new doubt crept in.

And then, as she sighed, lost in her thoughts, she heard a soft knock at the door. Before she could respond, the door swung open.

Her eyes widened, not just from the sudden intrusion but from the sight that awaited her.

Zylan.

Naked.

Her breath caught in her throat as she froze, unable to tear her gaze away from him. His perfect, sculpted form came into full view, and it stole the breath right from her lungs. The room seemed to shrink around her as her heart thundered in her chest. She swallowed hard, struggling to comprehend what was happening.

What had just happened? What was he doing? Why was he in here?

"Hope you don’t mind," Zylan murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver of surprise—and something else—down her spine.

Mind? Of course, she minded. Naomi’s mind screamed at her, but her body seemed to betray her as she stayed rooted in place. No... she didn’t mind at all. Who would?

She watched, frozen, as he walked past her and headed for the shower. Water began to stream down his sculpted body, each drop seeming to glide over his skin like liquid silk.

And that perfect-shaped butt—Naomi had no idea anyone could look this flawless.

’Ohgoodness, whatareyouthinking?’

Naomi sat in the tub, watching in a trance-like state. For some inexplicable reason, she forgot that she was bathing. The mesmerizing sight before her was enough to make her pause, completely captivated by his every movement. His smooth skin, the tautness of his muscles—everything about him was hypnotic.

Her chest tightened, and she couldn’t look away. There was something about him that completely consumed her, something she hadn’t realized before. Something... dangerous.

"F*ck, Eaglet..." His voice, hoarse and strained, cut through the steam-filled air. "I’m trying my very best to hold myself together, and here you are, completely naked, looking at me so damn sexily, huh?"

Naomi gulped.

Her heart skipped a beat as her stomach flipped. The tightness in his voice told her that he wasn’t joking. There was something raw in his words, something that made her feel exposed, even though she hadn’t done anything.

Zylan refused to turn around. He didn’t need to look at her to know that she was staring. He could feel it—the way her eyes traced his body, the way her gaze lingered. It was almost unbearable.

Ever since midnight, something inside him had shifted. A craving he didn’t fully understand had emerged. He needed intimacy, desperately. And now, with her presence filling the space, with the sight of her near-naked body before him, the temptation was unbearable.

He needed to get a grip.

He needed to stop before he did something he might regret.

Naomi, sensing the tension in the air, finally moved. She walked over to the smaller tub, silently rinsing off the last of the soap from her body and hair before slipping into her robe. She kept her head down as she left the bathroom, taking the outfit Zylan had handed her earlier. She wouldn’t ask any questions now. She would wait.

Something was wrong. She could feel it in the air between them, thick and suffocating. But for now, all she could do was follow, listen, and cooperate. Later... later, she would ask him what was going on. Later, when it was safe, she would confront him.

Naomi quickly slipped into her clothes after finishing her body care routine. Just as she was about to tie her hair up, the bathroom door opened.

Zylan stepped out, dressed in a crisp, well-fitted dress shirt and tailored pants. His appearance was effortless, his calm demeanor restored, though the tension in the air still lingered.

"Your hair is beautiful down, wife," he murmured, his voice soft, almost tender. He walked toward her with a slight smile on his lips, as though everything was perfectly normal.

Naomi stilled. The smile on his face was too gentle, too familiar—but it didn’t ease the knot in her stomach. Why did it feel like a goodbye? Why did she feel this heaviness in her chest, as though he was about to walk away?

Was he leaving? And if so, for how long?

Before she could ask, Zylan took her hands in his. His touch was gentle, yet there was a subtle urgency to it. He led her toward the door, his fingers gripping hers as though afraid she might slip away.

They descended the stairs together. The soft echo of their footsteps on the marble floor felt like a countdown, but to what, Naomi couldn’t say.

They reached the lower level, and then she saw them.

Her mother. Her sister.

They both looked pale. Something was wrong. Naomi could feel it, even before they spoke.

She didn’t need anyone to tell her what had happened. She knew. Her father had scolded them. She could feel the tension crackling in the air. Butwhy? Why had they been scolded?

They sat at the dining table, the food untouched, clearly waiting for Naomi and Zylan to join them. But Zylan wasn’t walking toward the table. No, he was walking straight to the door.

Her father, Mr. Luke, shot up from his seat, his face pale with panic. His eyes were wide with fear, and was Zylan still angry about what had happened yesterday.

"Mr. Zylan, please... come eat..."

But Zylan cut him off.

"No."

His voice was sharp, unwavering.

"No need for that. Enjoy your meal."

And with that, he opened the door.

The moment it clicked shut behind him, Mr. Luke’s eyes widened.

"Butler!" he called his voice tight with anger.

A middle-aged man quickly appeared.

"Yes, sir?"

"The waiter from yesterday—the one who caused that scene—fire him. And make sure he doesn’t find a job anywhere."

The butler nodded without hesitation.

Years of working with Mr. Luke had already taught him how ruthless the man could be.

"And as for you two—" Mr. Luke’s voice boomed through the room.

"You, Sabrina—your husband-to-be will be coming today to take you home. And you," he turned to his wife, his tone sharp and unforgiving, "your room is now in the servants’ quarters for a week."

He roared the words, his fury echoing off the walls.

Sabrina and Mrs. Luke stared at him in shock.

All of this... just because Naomi and her husband had refused to have breakfast with him?

Without another word, he stormed out, leaving a tense silence behind.

******

Meanwhile, Naomi and Zylan sat in the car, neither of them speaking. The silence between them was thick as if neither wanted to be the first to break it.

Just as Naomi finally decided to say something, her stomach growled.

’Grrrrr’

Her cheeks flushed instantly, heat rushing to her face.

Zylan turned to her, his unreadable expression softened slightly.

"We’ll be there soon," he said.

Naomi’s curiosity piqued. Where exactly were they going?

"Where are we going?" she asked.

He glanced at her before answering.

"We’re going to have our breakfast at a restaurant."

Naomi’s eyes lit up with excitement.

"Do you mean... a breakfast date?" she asked, her voice filled with hope.

Zylan turned to her fully this time, his gaze lingering on her face.

She was breathtaking—her golden eyes filled with life, radiating a warmth he couldn’t explain.

A slow smile tugged at his lips.

"If that’s what you want," he murmured, "then yes, we’re going on a breakfast date."