My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 136: What Do You Think

Chapter 136: What Do You Think

Naomi could hardly believe what had just happened. Was this truly Zylan’s world? And the strangest part was that, judging by everything so far, she had likely seen nothing yet.

The man’s eyes widened in fear as he saw Zylan’s eyes flash.

"P-Pureblood— please— forgive me. I had no id—"

Zylan’s calm, low voice cut him off before he could finish.

"I wouldn’t mind twisting your neck right here, but... consider today your lucky day. Now leave while I’m still feeling nice," he said in a dangerously low yet firm tone.

Zylan meant every word. If he wanted to, he could end the man right then and there. But he held back. His little, adorable wife was beside him, and the last thing he wanted was for her to see... to see something like that.

Naomi didn’t understand why the man’s legs were trembling so much. Why was he shaking that badly?

Slowly, the man moved toward the door, whispering, "I... I’m sorry... I had no idea he was... P-Pureblood."

Wait. Was she the only human here?

That would explain why the man said ’pureblood.’ It must mean that everyone here is a vampire—after all, a human wouldn’t be this calm upon hearing such a thing for the first time... or would they?

Not that it bothered her—she trusted Zylan and knew he wouldn’t let anyone harm her. But the unsettling part was that these people showed no obvious signs of being vampires. They looked just like regular humans. If someone had asked her, she wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference.

The moment the door closed, Zylan spoke in an unbothered tone. "Begin."

The CEOs’ heads turned in surprise. Had Mr. Zylan Reed just said that?

An elderly man, already sweating, spoke respectfully, his voice slightly trembling. "M-Mr. Zylan... will she be here during the meeting? I don’t think she’s supposed to be here, especially given that she is h-human..."

Zylan laughed. The room fell silent. The CEOs immediately bowed their heads—his laughter alone told them it was anything but warm.

"Oh, really? What a wonderful piece of information..." Zylan said sarcastically before his tone turned deadly serious. "Now, stand and address her with respect."

The man stood immediately, his back straightening as he braced himself. "Mrs. Naomi, I am very glad to meet you," he said, bowing deeply.

"Good," Zylan said, his tone cold and commanding.

Just as the man was about to sit, Zylan spoke again. "Now, respectfully, leave."

The man said nothing. He simply stood, knowing better than to challenge Zylan. It was clear he had been here for a long time and knew Zylan well enough not to talk back. Bowing respectfully, he turned and left.

The moment the door closed, Zylan tapped the table softly and spoke. "Any more suggestions?"

He made it sound as though anyone who wanted to speak their mind could.

"I’m open."

The room was thick with tension. No one dared to speak at first, the weight of Zylan’s words hanging in the air. Naomi couldn’t help but notice how everyone’s eyes darted around, as if seeking permission to voice an opinion. She could feel the heaviness of their stares, their expectations. Zylan had just put them on the spot.

The minutes seemed to stretch on forever before one of the women stepped forward, her movements hesitant. She looked around nervously, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as regret began to settle in. Naomi could see it—the woman had forced herself to speak first, hoping to get noticed and recognized by Zylan. But now, with his unreadable expression, she wasn’t so sure of her decision.

Swallowing her nerves, the woman calmly cleared her throat, trying not to make a sound.

Naomi knew that everyone was aware she was human. It was obvious. Their Pureblood had married a weak human like her.

The woman who was about to speak briefly locked eyes with Naomi before quickly shifting her gaze away. Then, she finally spoke, her voice trembling slightly despite her effort to remain composed.

"This meeting was called for us to inform you and seek your recommendation, Mr. Zylan. It has been observed that the birth rate of half-human babies has exceeded expectations this year. Unlike us vampires, who typically conceive only one child—two at most—vampires who consummate with humans are experiencing far higher birth rates, often having more than three children."

Naomi furrowed her brows slightly. Half-human babies? She hadn’t heard much about that before. She turned her gaze to Zylan, wondering if he was aware of this situation. His face remained calm, but there was a glimmer of something in his eyes. Was it annoyance or something else?

"These half-human babies struggle to control themselves, experiencing an uncontrollable urge for blood in their early months," the woman continued. "The cravings are intense, and with their numbers increasing daily, this is becoming a growing concern."

Naomi’s heart skipped a beat. Cravings for blood? That was something she had never considered. What would happen to these children? Were they going to grow into something dangerous?

Zylan turned to the woman, his expression bored and calm, as he spoke in a tone that suggested he was already bored with the discussion. "In conclusion?" he asked, cutting her off.

"In conclusion, we suggest that relationships between vampires and humans should be banned. Yes, we acknowledge that this situation is our fault—most humans don’t even know we exist. And those who do must become part of us. So, we either have to change them... or bind them with an oath to ensure they never speak of us. But if we proceed with extra caution, things could improve."

Naomi’s eyes widened as the suggestion settled in. Banning relationships between vampires and humans? Was that really the answer? It sounded more like a punishment than a solution. What about the humans who were already married to vampires? Was this really the right way to handle the situation?

Zylan leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly on the table. He looked like he was processing the information, but his gaze never wavered from the woman who had spoken. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke.

"Seems you all really put your heads together. Now all you need is my recommendation."

He chuckled darkly, and Naomi couldn’t help but notice the way the room seemed to shrink with his words. It was like the very air in the room was thickening, turning heavy with his presence.

Zylan turned to Naomi, his eyes softening just a little. "Tell me, Eaglet, what do you think we should do?"

All heads snapped toward Naomi. Was Zylan Reed seriously leaving this decision to her? They had spent weeks analyzing possible solutions, yet now, in mere seconds, the issue of binding humans was being handed over to a human. Naomi could feel the weight of their stares, the silent expectation that hung in the air.

But what shocked them the most wasn’t just that.

It was the way Zylan’s voice softened when he spoke to his wife.

Naomi wasn’t sure if Zylan was serious, but he was.

She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. Was she really supposed to have a say in this? She wasn’t part of their world, not really. And yet, Zylan was asking her opinion as though it mattered.

She opened her mouth, closed it again, and then finally spoke, her voice soft yet steady. All eyes turned to her, waiting for her to voice her thoughts. The tension in the room was almost unbearable.

"I would say this is a rather foolish solution. There are many ways to handle a situation like this without banning human and vampire relationships."

The room went deathly silent. The CEOs’ eyes widened in shock. Had she just called their carefully crafted plan foolish?

But Naomi wasn’t done.

"Not to mention, this is highly disrespectful to my husband. I’m obviously human, so what exactly are you all saying? That we should ban these relationships? Then what happens to the humans already married to vampires? Do they become ’banned’ but lucky exceptions? Meaning only those who were here before the ban would be allowed to stay?"

She crossed her arms, her gaze firm and unwavering. She had spoken her piece, and now the room had no choice but to listen.

"I suggest you reconsider this thoroughly," Naomi said, her voice calm but unyielding. "Thanks."

Zylan’s eyes widened slightly. Was this really his wife speaking?

He hadn’t expected her to say that. But damn, was he proud.

A small smile graced his lips, and the hall fell into yet another wave of stunned silence. Naomi’s words had left an impact, and no one could ignore the strength behind them.

Zylan slowly leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. Then, with a slow, deliberate clap, he broke the silence.

The hall followed, hesitant at first, but soon the applause filled the room.

After a moment, it died down.

Zylan leaned in further, crossing his arms, his expression unreadable. Then, in a soft yet firm voice, he spoke.

"What can I say? My wife has spoken."