Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 114: Personal Chef

Inside a large, spacious bedroom, two figures cuddled beneath the covers of a beautiful king-sized bed. Although it was still broad daylight, thick curtains had been drawn, dimming the room. The only illumination came from a small golden bedside lamp, casting a soft, warm glow.

Lilia and Zethan lay close together, wrapped in comfortable silence and blankets. Zethan wore only a pair of dark pants, his bare chest exposed under the blanket, while Lilia was dressed in a simple shirt and shorts, her body pressed against his. They gazed at one another, their eyes speaking what words could not.

Lilia giggled softly. "If you keep looking at me like that, I’m never going to sleep," she teased. "Not to mention, this husband of mine isn’t even wearing a shirt."

Zethan chuckled lowly and pulled her closer, her head resting against his chest as he gently patted her hair in a slow, soothing rhythm. It was like he was lulling her to sleep, one stroke at a time.

She stirred a little, then whispered, "Do we have anything else planned?"

"Yes," Zethan replied. "There’s a tea party this evening. But if you don’t want to come, I won’t push. Why would I disturb my lovely wife when we could do something more fun?"

Lilia shook her head, her lips curling into a soft smile. "Of course, I’d love to come. I want to spend more time with you. And a tea party sounds... fun."

Now why did she imagine it as a little kids’ tea party?

"You need to learn so you can play tea party with our daughter."

Zethan nodded. "You’re right, my wife."

Zethan smirked as her hand traced over his abs under the blanket, mimicking the tender way he’d stroked her hair. Her touch was light, comforting. Zethan’s body stiffened at the sweetness of her touch—oh, only if she went lower.

"I’m being a gentleman right now," he said with a sly grin. "Because I want you to save your strength—for our one-week plan."

Lilia’s cheeks flushed instantly, the implication in his tone crystal clear. She looked up at him, her eyes glinting.

"You’re a very bad man."

"And I plan to make you a badass right alongside me," Zethan replied, laughing quietly.

The soft warmth in the room lingered, but then—a sharp ping echoed. The doorbell.

Zethan quietly rose from the bed, his tall, broad figure coming into view. Lilia’s eyes locked onto his back—and wow. Even his back was unfairly perfect, sculpted like some divine masterpiece. It was as if gravity itself paused to admire him.

Then he turned around, sweeping a hand through his tousled hair with that effortless grace that made Lilia’s heart skip. She tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat. That? That was just too hot.

He moved to cover her body well with the duvet. Even the way he did that felt like a scene from a slow-burn movie. A scene made into perfection.

Then his voice rang out—calm and composed. "I’m coming."

Lilia nodded and simply watched him walk away, every movement laced with grace, elegance, and a kind of effortless perfection that made it hard to look away. She stared, cheeks burning furiously, as one bold thought echoed in her mind: I want to run my hands down that back.

The moment the thought formed, her face turned even redder.

’Oh my God. Am I seriously thinking like this right now?’ she panicked inwardly.

Slapping both hands over her face, she let out a muffled squeal, rolling across the bed in a desperate attempt to silence the scream threatening to escape. Her body tensed with secondhand embarrassment—for herself.

And just then, as if the universe had impeccable timing, Zethan walked in... pushing a rolling cart filled with different kinds of food.

Lilia’s stomach growled softly, betraying her hunger. Even though the food on the tray was covered, the aroma still drifted across the room, tempting her from the bedside.

Then he turned to her with a playful wink.

Oh no.

Her eyes instinctively traveled down his bare upper body—smooth, toned, unfairly distracting. Her breath caught for a second as he began to walk toward her, his steps confident and unhurried.

He reached out a hand.

Lilia quickly sat up, her voice slightly nervous. "What... what are you doing?"

He leaned closer, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Let me be your personal chef," he whispered.

Lilia playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh please, you don’t even know how to cook—and you’re calling yourself a chef?"

Zethan smirked. "Whatever it is, I’m going to be the one handling it... so call me your chef."

He bit his lower lip softly, the gesture far too suggestive for something as simple as serving food.

Lilia narrowed her eyes with a shy smile. "I don’t even know if you’re talking about actual food... or something else entirely." Her words trailed off as she realized she had freely voiced her thoughts.

Zethan chuckled, leaning in just a little. "So, what kind of food do you want, my wife? I’ll get it for you."

Lilia giggled, turning her face away to hide the heat rising to her cheeks.

"I told you," Zethan murmured, his voice dipping low, "I’m all yours. Whatever’s running through that pretty little head of yours... I don’t mind. Go wild."

With a soft laugh, Lilia lightly punched his shoulder and stood up, cheeks still tinted pink. She tilted her head slightly so her hair could cover her cheeks—a shy attempt to hide her face—but Zethan gently reached out and moved her hair back again, tucking it behind her ear himself.

Their eyes met briefly before she looked away once more, flustered.

Then, Zethan took her hand and led her to the dining corner of the room, where a table had already been lovingly arranged for them. He pulled out her chair like a perfect gentleman, and Lilia quietly sat down.

Zethan rolled the food cart over, his movements careful and smooth. One by one, he began to set the plates on the table.

"See? I’m doing it," he said quietly, his voice filled with a proud kind of joy—like a husband who’d just pulled off the perfect surprise for his wife on her birthday.

Lilia smiled warmly, her heart full as she watched him continue setting the table with such care.

She giggled softly again, a sparkle in her eyes. "Honey, if you keep acting this way, I’m going to get so, so greedy with you."

Zethan paused mid-motion, a plate still in his hands. Then, without a word, he walked over to her, gently patting her head with a soft smile.

"You can be as greedy as you want," he murmured. "I’m already greedy when it comes to you."

Lilia’s lips curved, flustered yet grinning.

Then, in a dramatic shift, Zethan cleared his throat and spoke in an exaggerated, theatrical tone—doing his best impression of a fine-dining chef. "Madam, what would you like to have today?"

Lilia raised her chin and sat up straighter, puffing her chest slightly like a posh lady at a luxury restaurant. Slipping into character, she replied with mock elegance, "I would like to have whatever my husband desires... so please, prepare it."

Zethan gave a dramatic nod, playing along. "As you wish, Madam. Remember, I’m your personal chef. Whatever your heart desires to eat, I shall prepare with care and devotion."

Lilia tried to hold back her laughter, covering her mouth as a giggle still slipped through. She quickly composed herself, keeping her character intact, while Zethan turned back to the cart and began dishing out the food—every movement still full of that playful, romantic charm. In fact, even he was shocked he was actually doing this. It seemed this wife of his had unknowingly unlocked a character he thought he never had.

"But you know..." Lilia said, lowering her gaze slightly, "this is supposed to be the other way around."

Zethan paused, then moved a little closer, sensing the shift in her tone. He moved, lifting her chin so she would meet his eyes.

"Don’t say that, sweetheart. Remem—"

"Remember?" she added, lifting her chin with a confident glint in her eyes.

Then, mimicking his voice with a teasing lilt, she echoed, "I make my own rules."

Zethan’s eyes widened slightly, the corner of his lips twitching in amusement as the memory hit him. Lilia laughed, her voice soft but filled with joy.

"Oh wow, I had no idea my wife remembered that line," he said in an amused tone.

"Of course, I remember that line. It’s your favorite. And not to forget..." she grinned, "that was exactly what you said when we first met."

Zethan chuckled, shaking his head. "You were so scared that day. Like a little kitty who’d wandered into the lion’s den."

Lilia scoffed, lifting her brow. "I was not scared. Not even a bit." She paused, then added with a slightly embarrassed smile, "You were just... too handsome. I forgot to breathe for a second."

Zethan’s lips curled into a smirk as he placed the meals on the table. "Ah, so my wife is flirting with me now," he teased as he finally sat down and they began their meal.

She pouted a little. "No! I’m just telling the truth."

He fell silent for a moment, watching her. Then, with a soft smile, he stood and walked to her side, noticing the way she was subtly struggling to cut the chicken on her plate.

Not to mention that little cute pout still on her face.

Without a word, he picked up the piece of chicken gently and brought it to her lips.

"Remember," he whispered, "I’m your personal chef. I’m at your service... always."

Lilia took a bite, eyes fluttering shut at the surprisingly delicious taste. She stuck out her tongue as she ate it sweetly, and Zethan’s eyes stayed fixed on her lips—those plump, luscious lips.

"Let me feed you," Lilia said, her heart already exploding with joy and happiness. She wanted to do something for him too.

"Oh, you don’t have to worry," he said with a playful smirk. "You’ll feed me with something later—after the tea celebration."

Lilia blinked. "Huh?"

He chuckled. "I’d like us to do something different tonight."

He pointed at the see-through wardrobe on the other side of the room.

"I’m going to fuck you in there tonight, sweetheart."