My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 152: A Problem

Chapter 152: A Problem

The soft morning light streamed through the window, casting a gentle glow on the wall and part of the bed. As it shifted, her eyes fluttered open. Instinctively, she raised her hand to shield them from the brightness.

A small smile played on Naomi’s lips as she turned slightly, rolling onto her side. Then, like a warm wave, memories of last night came rushing back. The conversation she had with Zylan filled her with a renewed sense of relief—and excitement.

She rose quietly from the bed, but the moment she stood, a wave of dizziness swept over her. Her body swayed unsteadily, and she quickly sat back down, gripping the edge of the mattress for support. Her head spun—light and disoriented. Was it because she had stayed up so late last night?

Naomi gently placed a hand on her forehead, then moved slowly to the table and took a bottle of water. The cool liquid helped ease the lingering dizziness. She sat for a while. Once the spinning dulled, she slowly stood and made her way to the bathroom to freshen up. After a refreshing bath, she slipped into a simple, baggy shirt and a flowing maxi skirt, her hair gathered into a loose bun.

As she stepped out, she met Rhea in the hallway. She bowed respectfully.

"Mrs. Naomi, your food is ready."

Naomi gave a soft nod and began walking alongside her. "What’s the schedule for today?" she asked in a quiet voice.

Rhea responded promptly, "Mrs. Naomi, you’ll tend to the flowers this morning after breakfast—watering and pruning. Also, a new flower will be arriving today... it was sent by Mr. Zylan."

Naomi paused mid-step, turning toward Rhea in surprise. Rhea nodded.

"Did you just say my husband sent flowers?" Naomi asked, trying to confirm what she heard.

"Yes, ma’am. He said you’d be the one to care for it."

A gentle smile lit Naomi’s face. She could already feel the excitement stirring in her chest—she couldn’t wait to see the flowers he had sent for her. She followed Rhea to the dining room, and once seated, began to eat quietly. She made sure to drink plenty of water and took generous servings of fruit, knowing it would help her feel better.

"Rhea," Naomi called softly.

"Yes, Mrs. Naomi?" Rhea answered, stepping closer.

"Please prepare the watering can," Naomi said. "I want to water the flowers my husband sent me."

Rhea nodded and quietly went to get it. Naomi’s cheeks flushed deeply as the thought of Zylan filled her mind. Her stomach fluttered like never before—she missed him so dearly.

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Inside a spacious, sleek office, the only sound that echoed was the rapid clatter of fingers moving swiftly across a keyboard. Zylan sat with unwavering focus, eyes locked on his laptop screen. The room was still, save for the occasional scratch of a pen against paper when he paused to jot something down.

Then came a soft knock on the door.

Rylan stepped in with a respectful bow. "Mr. Zylan, you have a meeting in two hours with the CEO of Platinum."

Zylan didn’t glance up. "Cancel it," he said, voice calm but firm.

Rylan blinked, taken aback. His expression betrayed his surprise—this wasn’t just any meeting. The CEO of Platinum had flown in personally to discuss the very reason their companies were meant to collaborate. This was a major opportunity, one Zylan himself had expressed interest in because it had something to do with the future.

And now... he wanted to cancel?

Rylan hesitated, but then managed to speak. "Boss, if I may speak... this meeting was the primary reason we came to our headquarters."

Zylan finally looked up, his gaze unreadable. "I’m aware," he said simply. "But something else requires my attention."

Zylan finally spoke, raising his head. His dark eyes stared at Rylan, who trembled slightly. His voice was low and firm—leaving no room for argument.

"Book the flight. I’m leaving in two hours," Zylan said quietly. "I need to see my wife."

Rylan gave a quick nod. "Yes, boss." With that, he turned and quietly exited the room.

The door clicked shut behind him, and silence settled once again.

Zylan exhaled deeply, running a hand through his ink-dark hair. His jaw clenched slightly as he bit his lower lip in thought. Then, he pulled out his phone and placed it gently on the table in front of him.

He stared at it for a long moment—his expression unreadable—as if weighing whether to call her... or just show up.

Since morning, the urge to speak with his wife had clung to Zylan like a second skin. It wasn’t unusual—he often felt the need to hear her voice—but today, it was different. Stronger. He couldn’t explain it, but the feeling was relentless, gnawing at his chest with each passing hour.

He sat in silence, staring at his phone again. Finally, he moved to tap the call button.

But just then, a soft knock broke the stillness.

His expression shifted immediately, darkening with quiet frustration as the door creaked open. Rylan stepped in, hesitating the moment he noticed Zylan’s mood.

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, realizing he might have interrupted something.

"Boss," Rylan began cautiously, "the flight’s been booked. We’ll leave in two hours."

He paused, eyes flicking to the floor, and scratched his head again—this time out of nervousness.

"But... there’s a problem."

Zylan said nothing, but the way his gaze sharpened made it clear he was listening. Rylan took a breath and continued, his voice lower now.

"It’s about your wife... Mrs. Naomi."

Zylan’s body went still.

Completely, unnervingly still.

He remained silent—motionless, like a statue carved from stone. His eyes were locked on Rylan, unreadable, yet piercing with unspoken urgency.

Rylan hesitated. His throat tightened, and for a moment, he considered holding back. But the truth weighed heavy on him. He had to say it.

Zylan waited, his stillness almost terrifying.

Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, Rylan finally spoke.

"Mrs. Naomi... collapsed this morning."