My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 138: Wanting And Yearning

Chapter 138: Wanting And Yearning

Nobody dared to say another word—it was as if they had already pushed too far. The flood of questions had felt endless, one after another, hammering down like relentless rain. But Naomi had answered them all, dismantling every doubt with unsettling ease.

No one had expected this outcome. And yet, here they were, left speechless, as if the weight of her confidence had suffocated their voices.

Then, just when the silence had settled too deeply, Zylan chuckled.

The sound was quiet at first, almost thoughtful. Then it deepened, rich with amusement.

Seriously?

Even he hadn’t predicted this. He had known Naomi would need to take a risk, but who would have thought it would work out even better than he’d anticipated?

For a long moment, no one moved. The tension in the room was thick, as if they were all waiting for something, anything, to break it.

Then, finally, Zylan pushed back his chair and stood. The motion alone sent a ripple of unease through the room. He didn’t rush. Instead, he straightened his suit, adjusted his cuffs, and then, slowly, extended his hand toward Naomi.

She didn’t hesitate.

Naomi placed her hand in his, her grip steady, Zylan continued, his voice carrying through the silent room.

"That will be all for today."

His tone was final. No room for questions. No space for arguments.

The weight of his words settled over them, and then, just like that, he turned toward the door, still holding Naomi’s hand.

She followed without a backward glance.

The room remained still until the heavy door clicked shut behind them.

And then—movement.

It was subtle at first, like ripples in still water. A shifting of shoulders, a slow exchange of glances. But then came the whispers, creeping through the room like a breeze slipping through cracks in the walls.

"What if tomorrow, he gives her the final say?" someone muttered.

"It seems that woman is really going to be the one making decisions now," another voice added, laced with disbelief.

Then came the next whisper, this one hesitant.

"I fear he’s already in love with her."

A beat of silence followed before yet another voice cut in.

"Did you notice? She had not been bitten, I didn’t see a single mark on her."

A response followed almost immediately, hushed but knowing.

"Even if she was, you know that Zylan is a powerful vampire. Any love mark wouldn’t show."

The murmurs grew, voices intertwining.

"Do you think he’ll turn her into a vampire? He’s already letting her make decisions."

"It might still be Mr. Zylan’s choice, but I fear this woman will take over his position. He seems blindly in love with her already."

The whispers swirled through the room like smoke, thick with tension.

But then, a sharper voice cut through them all, laced with irritation.

"What are you even saying?"

The tone alone was enough to silence a few of the murmurers.

"Just because you’re a pureblood doesn’t mean that if you were caught, your head wouldn’t be rolling on the ground—as if you were never even alive to begin with."

A new voice joined in, softer but firm.

"Why are all of you whispering?"

That question, simple as it was, carried weight.

"He was here earlier, and none of you dared to make a sound. So what changed? Why are you all suddenly so bold now that he’s gone?"

The room fell into uneasy silence.

But the speaker wasn’t finished.

Lowering their voice, they continued, "You all know full well that if Mr. Zylan were to hear what you just said, it would be over in the blink of an eye. So watch your words and let’s leave."

The hush that followed was suffocating.

Then, after a long pause, the woman who had spoken finally rose. One by one, the others followed, until the hall emptied into stillness.

***

The afternoon breeze blew against Naomi’s skin as they stepped outside.

She let out a slow breath, the weight of the meeting lingering in her bones.

Beside her, Zylan walked in silence, his grip on her hand neither too tight nor too loose—just firm enough to remind her that he was there.

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

A faint smile lingered on his lips.

And that was when she realized—he hadn’t stopped smiling since they left the room.

The car pulled up, and as soon as they slid inside, Naomi turned to him fully.

"I wonder why my husband is so happy today, hmm?"

Her voice was light, teasing, but there was genuine curiosity in her eyes.

Zylan turned to her, his expression unreadable at first. But then, the corner of his lips lifted into something softer.

"Yes, I’m very happy," he admitted, his tone warm.

Naomi tilted her head, watching him closely.

Then, with a slow, deliberate smirk, he added, "In fact, you need to be rewarded."

Naomi blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift.

"Rewarded?" she echoed.

Zylan leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to something almost intimate.

"You’ve made this husband of yours not to know how to stop smiling."

Naomi stilled.

His words held weight—not just amusement, but something deeper.

She swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the warmth radiating from him.

After a moment, Zylan leaned back against the seat, his smirk lingering.

"We’ll be going back home tomorrow," he continued smoothly, as if the moment between them had never happened.

Naomi blinked, regaining her composure.

"Today, we’ll stay at the hotel, and then tomorrow, after the meeting, we’ll head back."

Naomi nodded slowly, but there was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

Zylan watched her closely.

Then, after a pause, he leaned in again, his voice slower this time—almost teasing.

"Why am I so eager for us to stay alone, hmm?"

Naomi’s cheeks flushed instantly.

She turned her face to the side, trying to hide it.

But Zylan wasn’t done.

"Hmm, I wonder what my wife is thinking, huh?"

There was clear amusement in his tone now.

Naomi turned sharply, her eyes narrowing at him.

"You..." She pointed at him accusingly, her blush deepening.

Zylan raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence.

"Me what?"

Naomi groaned, covering her face with both hands.

"Ohhh..."

Zylan blinked at her, his expression genuinely curious.

Naomi peeked up at him, her earlier embarrassment fading slightly.

Then, before she could stop herself, she blurted out, "Why are you so cute?"

Zylan froze.

For the first time, it seemed she had managed to shut him up.

Naomi’s lips curled into a smile.

"Please do it again!" she leaned forward eagerly, pushing herself closer. "Pretty please, do it again."

Zylan stared at her.

Naomi’s excitement was contagious, her eyes practically glowing as she waited.

And then... Zylan blinked.

Then blinked again.

Naomi let out a delighted gasp.

"Oh my, you’re sooo cute!" she gushed, sliding closer.

Zylan just watched her, amusement flickering in his gaze.

Then, without warning, he reached out and pinched her cheeks—gently, but firmly.

Naomi stilled in surprise.

And then Zylan spoke, his voice smooth and unhurried.

"No, you are more cute. You’re very cute. In fact, you’re even much cuter than I... I am, as you say."

Naomi shook her head, mumbling, "You’re just saying that."

Zylan smirked.

He reached out, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at him.

Then, slowly, he whispered,

"No, you are so cute. Always. In fact, what you just said was so adorable that I wanted to pounce on you and fu—"

Naomi’s eyes widened in horror.

Without thinking, she slapped both hands over his mouth, her whole body going rigid.

And then—she turned, glancing at the chauffeur in panic.

Zylan only chuckled.

His eyes gleamed as he leaned in.

"When it comes to you, I’m very shameless."

Naomi finally removed her hands from Zylan’s lips, her fingers lingering slightly before she sat back.

"You should be very careful," she warned, her voice slightly exasperated. "What if people were here?"

Zypan only shrugged, completely unfazed.

"I would still do the same. There’s no difference."

Naomi blinked at him, utterly dumbfounded. This husband of hers... did he truly have no shame?

Before she could scold him further, he spoke again, his voice smooth and unwavering.

"But they are the truth, right?"

Naomi frowned, not quite following.

"I would say it proudly," he continued, his gaze locked onto hers. "They are the truth. Why should I hide that?"

Naomi’s breath hitched.

For a moment, she could only stare at him, his words sending a strange heat curling in her stomach.

she leaned in, her glare sharp for some reason it did not look like it.

"You—" she started, but the words faltered as she found herself closer than she had anticipated.

She was still kneeling on the seat, having done so earlier just to reach his lips and silence him. But now, as she tried to sit back down, Zylan made his move.

"Come."

Before she could process what he meant, his hands gripped her waist and pulled her forward—straight into him.

A startled gasp escaped her lips as she landed against his chest. The heat of his body was immediate, his presence overwhelming.

A warm breath tickled her neck.

Naomi shivered.

"Zylan—" she started, her voice coming out far weaker than she had intended.

But before she could pull away, he rested his lips on her neck.

Soft.

Deliberate.

A slow warmth spread through her body, the sensation unfamiliar, dangerously intoxicating.

He then spoke slowly, "I will do many dirty things with you, my adorable little wife—many wild things that will leave you wanting... yearning for more."