My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 134: She cooked

Chapter 134: She cooked

Zylan’s eyes widened in surprise at her words. Just moments ago, she had been crying, yet now she had completely caught him off guard. His mind reeled, trying to process the shift, the unexpected softness in her voice. It was as if, for the first time, she had allowed herself to be vulnerable with him—not out of fear, not out of desperation, but something else entirely.

If only she knew how deeply those words had settled within him.

He exhaled slowly, watching her, but before he could even think of how to respond, her breathing had already evened out, her delicate lashes resting against her cheeks. She had fallen asleep.

Zylan sighed, shaking his head slightly, a small smile grazing his lips. He still couldn’t believe what had just happened. Carefully, he lay down beside her, shifting just enough to wrap an arm around her waist. He pulled her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his as they cuddled.

Her scent was intoxicating—soft, warm, uniquely her. A mixture of light floral notes and something faintly sweet, like honey. It was subtle, yet enough to stir something deep inside him.

His fingers brushed lightly against her back in soothing circles, and though she remained asleep, she instinctively nestled closer, as if drawn to him even in her dreams.

Zylan’s smile deepened. He didn’t know what had come over him, but for some reason, he wanted to protect this moment. He wanted to hold her like this for as long as possible.

Eventually, his eyes grew heavy, and with one last glance at her peaceful face, he let himself drift into sleep.

Naomi woke up to the harsh morning light streaming onto her face, its brightness forcing her to squint. Blinking groggily, she turned her head, expecting to find herself alone.

But she wasn’t.

Her breath hitched.

Zylan lay beside her, his deep, mesmerizing eyes already fixed on her, watching her intently. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down her spine, and her heart skipped a beat.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them felt strangely intimate, thick with something unspoken.

Her lips parted, but instead of speaking, she quickly turned her face to the side, away from him. She wasn’t sure why, but something about waking up to find him staring at her so intently made her cheeks burn.

Zylan chuckled softly.

Before she could react, he leaned in, burying his face against the crook of her neck.

"How was your night?" he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.

A shiver ran through her.

She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was good, thanks."

She tried to shift, to put some distance between them, but Zylan turned to her, shaking his head in amusement.

"No, no, Eaglet. You’ve forgotten something."

She frowned slightly. Forgotten something? What could it be?

She just wanted to take a bath—she didn’t want to keep him waiting or anything.

And then, he spoke again.

"My good morning kiss."

Naomi froze.

Her entire body tensed as his words sank in.

Her face flushed deep red.

What was wrong with this man?

She didn’t want to. She really didn’t want to. She did not want to.

But despite the protest screaming in her mind, her body betrayed her.

Slowly, hesitantly, she leaned in, pressing a soft peck against his lips.

The moment she did, she immediately pulled away, her heart pounding. Without another word, she threw the blanket off and stood up, rushing toward the bathroom.

Zylan chuckled at her cuteness, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched her disappear inside.

Inside the bathroom, Naomi exhaled sharply, gripping the edges of the sink.

Her face was still burning.

She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her. Why did she listen to him? She could have just refused! She could have—

Her eyes caught the neatly placed outfit on one of the tables.

It was a matching set—a stylish top paired with a flowing maxi skirt and a pair of sleek K-boots. The ensemble had an elegant, aesthetic charm, perfect for a formal meeting or a casual walk.

She swallowed, trying to focus on something other than the way her heart was still racing.

After a few moments, she sighed and turned on the water.

As the warm water cascaded over her skin, she let herself relax. The tension from earlier slowly melted away, leaving only a lingering warmth in her chest.

When she was done, she stepped out, drying herself before slipping into the outfit.

As soon as she opened the bathroom door, Zylan was heading in.

He paused, his hand resting on the doorknob.

Then, he turned to her with a smirk.

"I would have really loved to bathe with you," he said teasingly. "But if I did, we might end up very late for the meeting."

He winked before stepping inside, closing the door behind him.

Naomi’s cheeks flushed as she shook her head in disbelief.

Did he really just say that?

She couldn’t believe it—Zylan, of all people, was teasing her like this.

And yet... deep down, something warm bubbled within her, an unfamiliar kind of excitement.

Was it because he was finally breaking through the darkness she had been trapped in?

Because he was beginning to open up to her?

Or was it simply because he was finally going to show her his room?

She wasn’t sure.

But whatever the reason, she felt happy—really happy.

And for some reason, she wanted today to feel special.

Zylan took a quick bath, letting the water wash away the lingering sleep from his body.

As soon as he stepped out, the rich aroma of freshly cooked food drifted through the air, reaching him immediately.

He didn’t need anyone to tell him who had made it—he knew it was Naomi.

Something about that realization made his chest tighten in an unfamiliar way.

A slow smile tugged at his lips.

He hadn’t expected this from her.

In fact, this was the first time he realized she had cooked for both of them.

The thought alone made his smile widen.

The hotel room had everything needed for cooking—a well-equipped small kitchen counter—but that didn’t mean they had to cook. They could have easily ordered something. Yet, Naomi had chosen to make a meal herself.

Zylan stepped forward, his gaze locked onto her.

She was standing at the counter, quietly clearing up, completely unaware of his presence.

He moved swiftly, his steps silent.

Before she could turn around, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her into a gentle back hug.

Naomi stiffened slightly, but he only chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck.

"Wow, my wife is cooking today," he murmured, his voice laced with warmth.

She swallowed, her hands tightening slightly around the dish she was holding.

"It seems like from now on, whenever I attend these meetings, you’ll be coming with me—just so you can keep cooking for me like this."

Naomi smiled softly as they walked toward the dining area and sat down.

She waited patiently, watching as Zylan took his first bite.

The moment he tasted the pancake, his eyes widened slightly in surprise.

He hadn’t expected Naomi to be such a good cook.

Setting his fork down, he looked at her with admiration.

"Excellent. Bravo, my wife."

Naomi’s cheeks flushed.

She could barely believe what she was hearing.

Zylan—who had access to the finest, most skilled chefs—was praising her cooking?

It was unexpected.

Yet, for some reason, it filled her with a warm sense of pride.

Zylan’s smile deepened as he watched her reaction.

And Naomi found herself responding without hesitation.

"That won’t be a problem, my husband," she said softly.

"Wherever you go, I go."

Zylan took another spoonful of the pancake, savoring the taste as he chewed slowly. There was something different about this meal—something that made it feel far more special than anything he had ever eaten before.

It wasn’t just the food itself. It was the effort behind it.

As he glanced around the neatly arranged dining table, he realized just how much thought Naomi had put into preparing everything. The grape juice sat in a delicate glass, the omelet was perfectly golden, the honey drizzled over the pancakes in a way that made them glisten under the soft morning light. Every detail had been carefully considered, every element placed with an almost intentional elegance.

She had done all of this in the short span of time he had taken to shower.

The realization sent a strange warmth spreading through his chest.

Zylan wasn’t sure why, but this simple breakfast—the smallest, most intimate gesture—felt like the best meal he had ever had.

His fingers tightened slightly around the fork as he let the warmth settle deep within him.

A slow smile tugged at his lips before he finally spoke.

"It seems I’ve been missing a lot by not taking you with me, dear."

His voice was smooth, teasing, but laced with an unmistakable sincerity.

Naomi giggled at his words, her eyes lighting up in amusement as she playfully tilted her head.

"You’ve really been missing a lot," she replied with a soft chuckle, her voice carrying a hint of mischief.

Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, there was only silence.

But in that silence, something unspoken passed between them—something neither of them could quite name.

And yet, neither of them looked away.