My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 30: Honey Moon

Chapter 30: Honey Moon

Zylan noticed that Naomi had finally relaxed; her breathing had steadied, and it was clear she was now asleep. He found himself unexpectedly surprised by this development. She had pushed him beyond his usual limits, unraveling the calm composure he prided himself on. But why? How did she manage to unsettle him so effortlessly? It was a question that lingered in his mind like a haunting melody.

As he lay down and closed his eyes, ready to drift off, he felt her move closer, wrapping her arms around his waist as though he were a soft, comforting presence, like a teddy bear she clung to for solace. He froze for a moment, working to steady himself, before finally allowing his eyes to close. Moments later, he, too, succumbed to sleep’s embrace, unaware of the dreams that awaited him.

Naomi woke up to the sound of the flight attendant’s voice, cutting through the remnants of her slumber.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Zylan. This is to inform you that the flight will be landing in one minute. Please make sure you’re seated securely, either on the bed or in your chair. Thank you," the flight attendant announced in a polite tone.

Mira, fully awake now, felt a wave of unease wash over her. What should she do? Zylan seemed to be asleep, and she couldn’t bring herself to wake him, even as her anxiety grew with the approaching landing. She was unfamiliar with how this particular flight worked; her previous experiences flying with her family to events, celebrity gatherings, and high-profile meetings had been quite different from this one. There were no plush seats or luxurious accommodations on those flights, and certainly no beds.

Suddenly, she felt Zylan pull her into a gentle hug, startling her momentarily. He spoke softly, his voice barely a whisper, "Just hang on to me for a while, okay?" His sleepy tone, rich and soothing, sent Naomi’s heart racing. Oh my goodness. Everything that looked like an insecurity in her became perfection with Zylan. Was he too good to be true? She held her breath and nodded, thinking that maybe he was.

As the plane touched down, she exhaled in relief, realizing she’d been holding her breath the entire time. She was glad it was over, feeling a strange freedom settle within her, a freedom she had not experienced in years. When Zylan finally let go, she felt a hint of awkwardness creeping in. Of course, he’d only hugged her to help her through the landing.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, before adding a quiet, "Good morning."

Zylan nodded in response, and Naomi rolled her eyes slightly. Why didn’t he just say "good morning" back? Finally, she looked at him, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Why don’t you reply?"

Zylan looked at her, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he finally spoke. "Good morning." At that moment, Naomi wished he had just nodded instead. The way he said it made it sound like the morning wasn’t good at all. What was wrong with him?

Zamian moved swiftly, as if suddenly in a hurry, crossing the small cabin space with purposeful strides. Without a word, he reached for the see-through wardrobe built into the wall and pulled out a top that looked more like an oversized shirt. He held it out to Naomi, his expression serious.

"Wear this," he said simply.

Naomi blinked, confused. Had she done something wrong? She fought the urge to glance down at her own clothes, unsure of what he might have noticed. Did she have drool on her shirt or something? Biting her lip, she avoided his eyes and took the shirt from him, nodding in quiet embarrassment.

Trying to hide the flush on her cheeks, she made her way to the small bathroom. As she shut the door behind her, she took a moment to take in her surroundings. To her surprise, the bathroom looked nothing like she’d expected on a plane—it was sleek and spacious, with gleaming fixtures and an air of luxury. She could have sworn they were in a high-end hotel suite instead.

Naomi turned to the mirror, inspecting her reflection, searching for the mysterious reason he’d given her another shirt. But as she stared, her eyes widened in horror as she realized the truth. It wasn’t drool on her shirt... oh, no. Her cheeks burned as she noticed her nipples were visible through the thin fabric of her top.

Her hand flew to her mouth in shock. Of course! She’d left her bra behind on the bed after last night’s incident with him.... She closed her eyes, mentally face-palming herself for the oversight. No wonder Zamian had given her the shirt. He must have noticed the... situation before she did.

With a deep breath to calm her racing heart, Naomi peeled off her own shirt and slipped into the one Zamian had handed her. To her relief, she realized the inside of the top had built-in support, like a bra sewn in beneath the soft fabric. A small smile played on her lips. This was... considerate, in a way she hadn’t expected from him. She couldn’t have imagined what she would have done if she’d had to stay in her other shirt.

After taking a moment to compose herself, Naomi stepped out of the bathroom. Her cheeks were still slightly flushed, but she kept her gaze low, avoiding Zamian’s eyes as she made her way back into the cabin.

"Thank you," she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Just then, the airplane door opened, and the cool breeze from outside swept in, making her shiver slightly. Zylan held her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world, but Naomi’s heart was anything but calm. It felt like a drum festival was happening in her chest, loud and fast. Each beat echoed her chest, Wait, was that the reason her husband had been in such a hurry? So no one else would see her in her... oh.

As Zylan led her to a secluded spot, they walked together until they reached the luxurious car that awaited them. A staff member had already offloaded their luggage, placing it in the trunk before closing it with a soft thud. Naomi entered the car and greeted the chauffeur, who held the door open for her with a respectful nod. Zylan followed, nodding in response to the chauffeur’s greeting, his usual pride on full display.

Naomi was eager to ask him so many questions—like why they were so far from where they started. Of course, she didn’t mind; her curiosity was piqued. Deep down, she knew that no matter how rude Zylan might be to her, he would never harm her. He might have an air of mystery that was both intimidating and intriguing, but she had a strange sense of safety around him.

Naomi’s curiosity got the better of her, and she turned to Zylan, her voice filled with eagerness. "If I may ask, where are we going?"

Zylan looked at her for a moment before answering, his tone measured. "We are going on a cruise—a three-day cruise for our honeymoon."

Her eyes widened in surprise as she struggled to contain the urge to exclaim, "Really?" Excitement bubbled within her; she had always dreamed of visiting different places and attending various events. Although she had been to a cruise party before, it felt more like a caged experience. When they arrived at that previous event, her parents had whisked her away to a room, teaching her how to behave around her father’s wealthy associates, emphasizing the importance of maintaining his image. She hadn’t truly enjoyed that experience, feeling more like a puppet than a participant.

So why was she excited about this cruise? It wasn’t as if Zylan had promised to let her explore the ship while it sailed. Yet, the thought of being on a cruise with him filled her with happiness, a sense of possibility that she could finally experience something new, even with someone she barely knew. The thrill of adventure stirred something deep within her.

But now, she was beginning to feel scared by her emotions. She was starting to trust him, which felt risky. She was becoming more comfortable around him, and that scared her. Why was she feeling this way? What was it about Zylan that made her heart race and her thoughts scatter?

Not wanting Zylan to notice how happy she was in that moment, Naomi spoke nonchalantly.

"Okay" She tried to appear uninterested as she shifted her gaze to the window, hoping he wouldn’t see her expression. It felt as if he could read her like an open book every time they were together, his penetrating gaze always managing to uncover her hidden thoughts.

Zylan broke the silence, his tone teasing. "If you don’t want that, then we could simply—"

"No!" Naomi interrupted hastily, shocking both herself and Zylan. She immediately lowered her gaze, surprised by the loudness of her own voice. Turning to him, she cleared her throat and spoke in a softer tone, "I don’t mind." She glanced away, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, an undeniable flush of embarrassment creeping up.

She heard Zylan chuckle in amusement, seemingly surprised by her reaction. Now, Naomi regretted not just saying, "Okay, thanks," in the first place. Her attempt to seem uninterested had only drawn her deeper into his orbit. Oh, goodness, help her.

After what felt like an eternity, the car finally came to a stop in front of a majestic cruise ship that loomed before them. Naomi hadn’t paid much attention during the ride; all she wanted was to calm her racing heart and absorb the atmosphere. But as she stepped out and her eyes landed on the vessel, her lips parted in awe.

What was this? She had expected a typical white cruise ship, but this one was a stunning blend of gold and black, radiating an aura of luxury and sophistication that mirrored her husband’s own presence. Oh my goodness, the urge to run her fingers along its sleek surface was almost overwhelming. But she quickly dismissed the thought; she wasn’t looking for a death wish, after all—touching the ship wouldn’t end well for her.

Turning to Zylan, she gazed back at the magnificent cruise ship, curiosity bubbling within her. "It seems like we came early," she remarked, her voice filled with wonder.

Zylan shook his head, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "No, we’re the only ones. I bought this cruise ship for our honeymoon."

Naomi’s eyes widened in disbelief, her mind racing to comprehend his words. "You bought the whole ship?"

He nodded, pride evident in his demeanor. "Just for us. I despise noise."

Naomi almost laughed out loud at his explanation. So the reason for buying this was his hatred for noise? It was just what she had expected of him. A man with such wealth and privilege could have anything, yet he chose to isolate himself from the world. At that moment, she began to wonder how this man’s riches could reach such a level. Of course, he screamed wealth, but still, it felt almost surreal—like his level of richness should be illegal.

Overwhelmed with a mix of excitement and disbelief, she turned back to the ship. This wasn’t just a honeymoon; it felt like a dream come true. How could she have ever imagined this? The luxurious ship, the private setting, and the alluring man beside her—it was all too perfect, too idyllic to be real.