My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 46

Not long after they left and Valentine’s mother houses heading home.

As they stepped into the house, Valentina felt a shift in the air—a warmth that had nothing to do with the soft glow of the lights.

Raymond’s father and mother stood waiting in the living room, their eyes filled with quiet understanding. The moment Valentina met their gaze, she straightened herself and respectfully bowed slightly.

"Good evening, Father... Mother," she said softly, her voice gentle yet steady.

Raymond’s mother stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Valentina in a firm yet comforting embrace.

"My dear, welcome home," she whispered, rubbing Valentina’s back soothingly.

However Raymond watched quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips as his father nodded approvingly.

"Today was her mother’s remembrance," Raymond explained, his voice laced with respect.

His mother pulled back slightly, her eyes searching Valentina’s.

"You’ve been strong," she said, gently cupping Valentina’s cheek. "That’s what she would have wanted, right? For you to keep moving forward, for you to live happily?"

Valentina swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded, blinking back the emotions swelling in her chest.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"For your kindness... and for welcoming me."

At that moment Raymond’s father, who had been watching quietly, finally spoke.

"You are part of this family now. You don’t have to carry everything alone."

Valentina felt a deep warmth settle in her heart, the weight on her shoulders easing just a little more.

Raymond’s mother patted her arm, a warm smile on her face.

"Dinner is ready. Let’s eat together."

With that, they all headed toward the dining table, the warmth of family wrapping around Valentina like a gentle embrace.

As they sat around the dining table, the warmth of the meal filled the air, but an underlying curiosity flickered in Raymond’s parents’ eyes. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Raymond’s mother placed her spoon down gently, her eyes gliding between Raymond and Valentina.

"You know, my dear," she began with a knowing smile, "it’s time to put the past behind and embrace happiness. But I can’t help but notice something..."

At that moment Valentina froze mid-bite, her fingers tightening slightly around her fork.

"Yes," Raymond’s father added, his deep voice laced with amusement. "You two don’t behave like newlyweds at all. It’s... rather strange."

Immediately Raymond raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly, but before he could say anything, his mother continued with a playful grin.

"No romantic whispers, no secret glances... not even a simple touch across the table? What’s going on?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.

Valentina felt her face heat up instantly. She lowered her gaze, suddenly feeling like all the air in the room had thickened.

"Exactly!" Raymond’s father chuckled, his voice filled with nostalgia.

"When we got married, your mother and I—well, let’s just say we couldn’t keep our hands off each other!"

His mother laughed, patting his arm.

"That’s true! A week after our wedding, we were still sneaking off like teenagers. It was all so dramatic, so passionate."

Raymond coughed, trying to keep his expression neutral, while Valentina shifted uncomfortably, suddenly feeling like a deer caught in headlights.

"Well..." Valentina started, rubbing the back of her neck, but Raymond mother simply leaned in with a playful smirk.

"Don’t tell me you two got married just to sit at opposite ends of the house?"

Valentina nearly choked on her drink, her heart pounding against her chest as the playful interrogation continued.

Raymond’s mother tilted her head, her gaze still fixed on Valentina.

"So, my dear," she said, her voice gentle but firm, "if Raymond is treating you badly in any way, you must tell us immediately. He is our son, but we can discipline him as needed."

Raymond’s father nodded in agreement, his voice carrying a slight warning.

"Yes, Valentina. We won’t tolerate anything remotely wicked from him. If he makes you unhappy, you should speak up."

Valentina’s eyes widened, and she quickly raised her hands in protest.

"No, no, no," she said hurriedly, shaking her head.

"Raymond is... he’s nothing like that. He’s the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Her voice softened, her fingers clutching the edge of her dress.

"He is kind, patient, and... I know the fault is with me. I’m just not used to all of this. I’m still learning, still trying to figure things out."

She exhaled deeply, then looked up at them with determination.

"But I promise you," she continued, her voice steady.

"Just give me a little more time, and I will get there. Raymond is my husband, and I respect and love him for that."

A moment of silence settled in, but then Raymond’s mother suddenly burst into laughter, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Well, that is a good answer!" she said, grinning knowingly.

She leaned forward slightly, her voice playful yet teasing.

"Then soon, we should be expecting some good news from you, shouldn’t we, my dear?"

At that moment Raymond sighed and shook his head, placing his fork down on the table.

"Alright, alright," he said, leaning back in his chair, "you both need to stop pressuring my wife."

His mother raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a teasing smile.

"Pressuring?" she echoed.

"We’re just making sure our dear Valentina knows what’s expected of a newlywed couple."

Raymond exhaled, glancing at Valentina, who sat there blushing slightly, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass.

"Yes, we got married recently," he continued, his voice firm but calm. "But I want Valentina to get comfortable first. She’s been through a lot. When she’s ready, we’ll be taking a vacation soon—just the two of us. Until then, just let us be."

His father chuckled, shaking his head as he picked up his glass of wine.

"Fine, fine," he said, smirking slightly.

"We’ll leave you alone. But we’re only looking out for you both, you know. Newlyweds should be enjoying themselves, not acting like two old friends sharing a house."

Valentina laughed softly, the tension in her shoulders easing. The lightheartedness of the conversation lifted her spirits, replacing the heaviness she had been carrying all day.

"Thank you," she said, smiling warmly at them.

Raymond’s father grinned, placing an arm around his wife.

"At my old age, I can still kiss my wife whenever I want,"

Raymond’s father leaned in, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he tilted his head toward his wife, "Come on, my dear, let’s show them how it’s done."