Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 81: Her Dream

Lilia’s eyes widened slightly as the clouds rumbled, and the rain began to fall. She was in silent disbelief, watching as the wind swept through the field, making everything look even more breathtaking. The cool breeze sent a shiver down her spine, but she didn’t move.

Droplets of rain trickled down her skin, sliding over her cheeks and sinking into her clothes. Yet, she remained still, mesmerized by the scene before her. The scent of damp earth mixed with the fragrance of the flowers, and for a moment, the world felt different—like something out of a dream.

She gasped softly, her eyes glistening as she took in the sight of the field. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, a single golden light emerged from the center of the black flowers. One by one, each flower followed, their hearts glowing with the same golden hue.

Her breath caught as she turned toward Zethan in astonishment.

"Look!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder.

Zethan’s eyes remained fixed on the flowers, his expression calm but intrigued. He finally spoke, his voice carrying the weight of quiet knowledge.

"The Ireses," he said. "When they come into contact with water... they glow. But when it’s rain, they glow even more."

Lilia’s lips parted slightly, her curiosity deepening. The sight before her was unlike anything she had ever seen.

She bent down, her fingers brushing over the delicate petals of the glowing flowers again. The way they illuminated beneath her touch sent a thrill through her, as if she were unlocking a secret hidden in nature itself.

Zethan watched her silently, unable to shake the feeling that these flowers resembled Lilia’s hair—black, silky, and wavy, flowing like an endless stream of a dark sea. The golden glow at their center was like the subtle warmth in her golden-brown eyes, something he had noticed more than once.

Finally, she looked up at him and spoke, her voice soft yet filled with conviction.

"I don’t know, but the beauty of these Ireses comes in layers," she murmured. "The deeper you look, the more breathtaking it becomes."

She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as if amused by her own thoughts.

"I don’t even know if what I’m seeing makes sense, but that’s how I feel deep inside."

She turned toward another cluster of flowers—identical to the black ones, except for their stark white petals.

And then, she finally asked, "What are those?"

Zethan turned his gaze to them, his expression steady.

"Those are the Oreses," he answered. "Oreses of beauty—just like the Ireses. But they are completely opposite."

Lilia shook her head slightly before letting her eyes linger on the contrasting flowers. Black and white. Light and dark.

"I’m glad you mixed them," she admitted after a moment. "A perfect combination. Honestly, I’m surprised you put these two opposite flowers together. It shows that in every perfection, there’s always a flaw. Even if it’s not obvious, the thought of it still exists. And it also proves that opposites attract more than similarities."

She then moved her face closer to his, and their eyes locked.

"Not to mention the fact that the black flower emits light while the white one doesn’t," she added thoughtfully. "It simply proves that even in the brightest things, hidden darkness exists. And in the darkest things, there is always light."

Zethan simply watched her, his eyes widening slightly. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t caught off guard by her warmth, by the way she spoke with such quiet certainty.

The way the rain kissed her skin, how her damp hair clung to her body, the soft parting of her lips, and the curiosity in her eyes—as if she were searching for answers to unspoken questions—held him captive.

Not to mention the soft, sweet sound of her voice.

Everything in that moment felt significant, even the two of them standing there, motionless, beneath the falling rain.

Lilia fell silent for a while, then turned her head to the side, suddenly embarrassed.

"It seems like you’re already bored with my nerdy talk," she muttered, her voice quieter now.

She had always tried her best to keep such thoughts to herself. It was something she did often—getting lost in deep reflections—only for her sister to laugh at her and mockingly call it "nerdy talk."

She wasn’t sure why she had spoken so freely just now. Maybe it was the flowers, or maybe it was Zethan’s presence that made her forget herself.

He finally shook his head, his expression serious as he gently lifted her chin with his fingers, making her face him.

"These are very interesting," he said. "At least I’ve learned something new from my little wife. You’ll be my little teacher too."

Then, with a playful glint in his eye, he winked.

That wink—the one that always made her heart flutter, the one that sent butterflies racing through her stomach, the one that never failed to make her blush.

Lilia glared at him—really glared—fully aware that some of his words never quite meant what they seemed to. Still, after a moment, she nodded, deciding to believe, just this once, that he wasn’t teasing her in some hidden way.

Then, in a quiet voice, he asked, "What did you dream about?"

Lilia blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the question.

"Dream?" she echoed softly. "I... I didn’t dream."

She frowned slightly, trying to recall. Had she dreamed? It hadn’t felt like a dream—more like she had simply closed her eyes and woken up again. It happened often, but the fact that he asked made her wonder if something had happened.

Her curiosity deepened. "Did something happen?" she asked quietly.

’Did... I drool?’ She wondered

He shook his head. "Never mind," he said.

And before she knew it, he had taken her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers as he led her toward the bungalow-like house.

The sound of rain grew heavier, the soft patter turning into a rhythmic drumming against the leaves and the ground. The air was thick with the fresh scent of wet earth and flowers, wrapping around them like an embrace.

To her surprise, he finally spoke, his voice quiet.

"Let’s go inside. The rain is getting stronger... You might catch a cold."

Lilia remained silent as she held his hand. When they arrived, he opened the door, revealing a darkened space. Then, he flicked on the first light. Instantly, a cascade of lights followed, switching on one after another in a mesmerizing sequence.

The place was breathtaking.

It resembled a mini home, but not just any kind—this was a rare kind of luxury. If it were ever put up for sale, it would undoubtedly be worth millions, and no one would question its value. Though it wasn’t as grand as a mansion, it carried the same level of refinement. Every element seemed carefully placed, yet the layout featured subtle partitions.

At the far end stood a large king-sized bed. To one side, a transparent wardrobe displayed an array of clothing. Another corner housed a cozy library area with bookshelves lining the walls. Adjacent to it was an art space—a dedicated corner for drawing and painting.

Lilia wondered if Zethan had a passion for art. She recalled her first time in the mansion it seems this man loves Art.

Turning her gaze, she took in the living room. A golden chandelier cast a warm glow overhead, while a large TV stood at the center of the room. The kitchen and dining area blended seamlessly into the space. Everything about this place was perfect—just perfect for a honeymoon retreat.

Zethan, watching her reaction, had been prepared to take her somewhere else if she wasn’t pleased. But seeing her awe-struck expression made him pause. He hadn’t expected her to find this place so beautiful, to consider it one of the most wonderful things she’d ever seen.

For a fleeting moment, a slow smile touched his lips before vanishing just as quickly.

A sudden clap of thunder rumbled outside, followed by the heavy drumming of rain against the windows.

Lilia shivered slightly; now that she was inside, she finally felt how cold she had been.

Without a word, Zethan walked to the wardrobe and pulled out a robe, handing it to her. She barely glanced at it before murmuring, "I’ll take a quick hot bath."

She turned toward the bathroom but hesitated at the door. When she looked back, he was still standing there—his damp hair clinging to his skin, making him look even more alluring than usual. Not that he wasn’t already.

Yet, she knew it was her fault that they had stayed outside in the rain.

She swallowed hard.

"How about you? Won’t you catch a cold?" she asked.

"You go first," Zethan said, his voice smooth and deep.

Lilia gave a small nod before stepping into the bathroom.

The door clicked shut behind him.

Zethan’s expression darkened instantly as he sank into deep thought. His mind raced, piecing together fragments of realization. Then, in a quiet, almost inaudible whisper, two words slipped from his lips.

"Mystic Nightmare."

That was what had happened to Lilia. She had experienced a Mystic Nightmare—a dream so elusive that, upon waking, she would forget it ever occurred. And yet, these nightmares had an unsettling tendency to come true. They could even cause sleep-talking.

Did this mean he was going to die too?