Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 103: The Event

Both Zethan and Lilia approached the door. Just as it opened, Zethan suddenly stopped.

Lilia looked up at him, her brows knitting in confusion. ’Why did he halt?’ she wondered.

Then, Zethan turned his head, his gaze narrowing and darkening as it locked onto a particular car parked just a short distance away. The sudden shift in his demeanor startled her. Lilia began to turn her head to look as well, but Zethan gently held her hand in his, caressing her fingers with soothing assurance.

"Let’s go," he said softly.

Her attention snapped back to him, sensing the change in the atmosphere, and she nodded. Then, together, they stepped into the castle.

The moment they entered the hall, Lilia’s eyes widened in awe. The space buzzed with life. Men dressed in identical dark blue suits moved gracefully about, yet each man somehow maintained an air of individuality. Their wives stood beside them—elegant, poised—hands intertwined, exchanging soft laughter and quiet conversations.

It was dazzling.

At the far end of the hall, Lilia noticed something even more remarkable. Personal guards and maids that were assigned to the CEOs and their wives, all moving in precise lines. Each group carried boxes and items in an organized, steady, and professional rhythm. It was like watching a carefully choreographed performance—different guards, different assistants, different maids—but all flowing with such unified grace.

The CEO’s designated box at the end stood out—arranged in a flawless, straight formation.

Lilia’s curiosity piqued as she leaned closer to Zethan.

"Is this how it always is?" she asked quietly.

Zethan nodded, just as heads began to turn in their direction.

Whispers broke out among the couples. Surprise etched itself across their faces as Zethan and Lilia walked forward. Suddenly, the hall lit up—literally—with their names flashing in gold above the ceiling panels, drawing every eye upward.

Silence fell over the room as attention shifted directly to them.

They walked toward their designated sofa and quietly sat down. A figure with sleek black suit approached them—an elite maid—elegantly placing a glass of wine before Zethan, something his assistant had ordered ahead of time. A second glass, filled with chilled grape juice, was placed before Lilia.

They each took a sip.

Zethan leaned toward her, his voice low. "You’ll need some rest, won’t you?"

Lilia nodded gently. "Yes."

"Then let’s go to our room now."

Her eyes widened. "What about the events?"

"We start tomorrow. They don’t rush us."

But Lilia quickly shook her head, panic crawling into her voice. "No, Zethan. You have to follow the rules. Please." She nodded again as if trying to ground herself.

She couldn’t believe Zethan would even consider breaking protocol just because she mentioned being tired. This was a formal event. It came with standards and traditions. Even if she did go to rest now, it wouldn’t feel right. It would feel like she had stepped out of line—and that alone chased away any lingering desire for rest.

Zethan sighed, then gave her a quiet nod. "Very well."

Just then, the massive screen across the hall lit up with glowing letters:

"Lunch. Time for lunch."

Lilia blinked. After the long journey, she hadn’t realized hunger had crept up on her. But... did this mean that all the CEOs and their wives would be eating together?

Zethan took her hand again as they both stood—gracefully, deliberately—and began walking toward the elevators. The space was long, the sound of their steps echoing softly as other couples moved in the same direction. Each group had its own designated elevator.

Lilia’s curiosity bloomed once again.

What kind of event is this? So detailed, so strange...

As soon as they stepped into the elevator, she spoke.

"Why is it so organized?"

But the moment the words left her lips, she regretted them.

Of course it would be organized. Why wouldn’t it be? Still... something about it felt overly calculated.

Zethan glanced at her, his voice steady and low. "This event isn’t anything special. It’s just meant to gather CEOs together—to interact more, for business purposes. I don’t really need them, but... I just wanted to show you how it is."

Lilia’s eyes widened at that.

He didn’t even consider this special?

To her, the structure, the elegance, the formality—it had all seemed refined. Regal even. If this wasn’t special to him, then what on earth was?

’Did he really bring me here just to show me?’

The thought warmed her chest. Maybe this was his way of showing affection. His own version of soft love.

A gentle smile graced her lips as she entwined her fingers with his.

"Honey, I had no idea...you were this considerate," she whispered.

Zethan was quiet for a moment. Then a slow smile curved across his lips.

"Sweetheart, I’m very considerate. You just don’t always notice it."

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

That kiss deepened almost immediately as Lilia responded, her lips meeting his in a slow, wanting motion. She wanted more.

And he gave her more.

The elevator pinged.

Just as she tried to pull away knowing the door would open, Zethan leaned in once again and stole another kiss—longer this time. The doors slid open.

Outside, a few couples stood nearby, their hands intertwined. Some of the ladies were visibly flushed, while others giggled and turned their faces to the side.

Lilia’s cheeks turned scarlet.

Zethan finally pulled back, calm and composed, fully aware of what he had done.

She gave him a slow, playful slap on the hand, giggling softly under her breath. Through gritted teeth, she hissed, "Zethan... what was that... Ohh Zethan, I will do you back. You’ve made the wrong move."

Zethan chuckled.

Even the CEOs and their wives turned toward the sound again—startled.

Did Zethan Lyall just... chuckle?

He was known to be quiet. Cold. Reserved. Whenever he attended events like this, he barely spoke. Never smiled. He was always neutral. Unreadable.

But this Zethan...

This one was smiling. This one was laughing.

And all because of his wife—Lilia.

They both moved forward toward a particular room—or so Lilia thought. But she quickly realized her judgment had been off.

It wasn’t just any room.

It was the room—designated specifically for them.

As it opened, her breath caught in her throat.

A table stretched before them in a perfectly straight line—very, very, very long. So long that she couldn’t even see the end of it at first glance. Every inch of the space was meticulously arranged, from the shining cutlery to the flawless positioning of the centerpieces.

Even the maids arranging the food looked more refined than high-level secretaries at top-tier corporate firms. Their uniforms were pristine. Their posture was perfect. Their movements were elegant and deliberate.

Golden lights glowed softly from the ceiling above, lining it in clean symmetry, casting a luxurious warmth across the entire hall. Dishes of all kinds were laid out—vibrant in color, rich in aroma, and varied in texture. The air was filled with light chatter and the occasional low laugh.

Lilia noticed something odd:

There was a specific sound to the laughter of the rich.

It was smooth. Confident. Layered.

And she had heard a lot of it here.

Still holding her hand, Zethan led her to their designated seat. With practiced grace, he pulled out her chair, waiting until she sat before taking his own seat beside her.

All the while, eyes continued to trail them. A few couples whispered behind perfectly manicured hands. Lilia couldn’t hide her smile anymore, her cheeks lightly flushed. Some of the wives giggled too, clearly amused—and perhaps a little jealous.

Once everyone was seated, the long, expansive table shimmered like something out of a royal banquet. Each couple sat perfectly paired. Everything was organized, polished—like a live display of prestige.

Then came the soft clink of a glass.

Subtle.

Refined.

A signal.

And just like that, everyone began to eat.

Lilia’s gaze fell to the beautifully plated steak placed beside her. Her stomach gave a soft growl of agreement. She turned to Zethan, who leaned in a little.

"Do you want it?" he asked.

She nodded.

Just as she reached for her fork, Zethan had already picked up his own. With careful precision, he cut a perfect piece and placed it gently on her plate, arranging it perfectly.

Then his deep voice rolled through the hum of conversation.

"Should I feed you?"

He said it softly—but that voice of his carried, laced with depth, impossible to ignore.

People heard.

Some cheeks flushed instantly.

Several wives turned toward their husbands, eyes narrowed in sharp, unspoken challenge.

"Look at how he treats his wife. What about you?"

A silent:

"Learn from him."

Lilia turned to him, her voice a whisper she was getting too much attention was Zethan trying to tease her. "Zethan..."

He leaned closer, his words brushing against her ear. "Yes, sweetheart?"

Lilia’s heart thudded.

Did this man even realize how much attention they were drawing? Every glance. Every stare. Every whisper.

And then, a man seated directly in front of them spoke. He had brown hair, and his wife sat calmly beside him—blonde hair pinned back with an expensive clip, her aura radiating quiet luxury.

The man said clearly, "Mr. Zethan... My wife and I are very astonished that you’ve attended this event."

At that moment, it became clear: this was the question everyone else had been waiting to ask.

They were all watching.

Waiting.

Zethan quietly placed another piece of steak on Lilia’s plate, then served himself. He took a slow sip of water. Calm. Unbothered. Each movement was deliberate.

He dabbed his lips with a napkin, then finally spoke.

"Any particular reason why your astonishment sparked?" he asked quietly.

The man chuckled. "You haven’t attempted this event in almost five years now... if I should estimate."

Zethan responded coolly. "Then estimate."

Lilia’s eyes widened at Zethan’s words. The man chuckled again, clearly at a loss for words.

Lilia turned her head, scanning the sea of unfamiliar faces. It seemed everyone was watching.

But among the them, one particular man sat with his head low, eating in silence. He was calm, perfectly organized in his movements. Too calm.

Something about him tugged at her instincts.

Lilia murmured under her breath, barely audible.

"A vampire..."

To her horror, the man who had been focused on his food suddenly moved. His head lifted sharply. His gaze locked onto hers.

And then...

His lips stretched wide.