My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 144

Upon hearing what Valentina just said, Raymond tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth curving into that quiet, cocky smile of his.

"From now on," he said, brushing his fingers lightly over Valentina’s forehead, "you’re not allowed to argue with me anymore. No more complaints. You’ll accept everything I buy and do exactly what I say."

immediately Valentina nodded.

At that moment Raymond walked closer to her and patted her head gently, like she was some obedient kitten. "Good. Very, very good."

Valentina narrowed her eyes but didn’t push his hand away. "Wait... Raymond," she asked again, voice a little lower this time.

"Do you really know someone in GSK?"

Immediately Raymond met her gaze with calm assurance. "Yes. And he’s good—very good. You’ll get what you deserve."

At that moment She let out a small breath, half-relieved, half-anxious. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her dress as she whispered, "Thank God..."

She hadn’t wanted to admit it, but the thought of Avery beating her—standing on that stage with a smug grin and tossing mocking glances—terrified her. Avery had never won against her in anything before. But this time felt different. This time, it felt close, too close.

Her chest tightened just thinking about it.

At that moment Raymond’s hand touched the small of her back, and with that quiet pressure, they walked side by side into the boutique.

Not just the boutique—the VIP sector.

Even the regular section had stunned her when they entered. But this... this was something else entirely.

The moment they stepped into the VIP section, Valentina’s heart skipped even more. She didn’t need to touch the fabrics or check the price tags—she could already tell. Everything here screamed wealth. The kind of wealth you don’t talk about... you wear it, you carry it like air.

Her eyes flickered from the sleek, velvet-lined display shelves to the elegant mannequins draped in designs she’d only seen in the background of fashion documentaries. Quietly, she bit down on her lower lip. She’d promised not to say anything about the prices. But deep down, her heart ached. Raymond was going to spend too much again. And for what? A simple gathering? people who wouldn’t even put on anything more expensive than what she has before.

And even if they do, it’s not a big deal.

Still, she kept quiet, because of the promise she just made.

Just then, a young woman appeared beside them, gracefully dressed in a fitted black suit, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble. Her voice was smooth and practiced. "Good afternoon. My name is Elise, and I’ll be your personal assistant today. Welcome to Cygne Noir."

Valentina raised a brow slightly. That was the name of the VIP area. She had seen this boutique on TV before. Only celebrities and top-tier businesswomen ever entered here.

Elise continued, her tone polite yet confident. "We have a wide selection of pieces from Dior, Elie Saab, and a few custom Paris exclusives. Would madam prefer something modern and sleek, or a classic haute couture silhouette? We also have some exclusive evening gowns if madam is attending a formal occasion. Satin, velvet, hand-beaded lace, pure silk—just let me know your preference."

Upon hearing what the lady just said Valentina hesitated, glancing up at Raymond, unsure of what to say.

Before she could utter a word, Raymond stepped forward with a wave of his hand.

"Don’t stress her," he said lightly, flashing a calm smile. "My wife doesn’t like being overwhelmed with choices. She’ll take anything I pick. And trust me, I know exactly what she’ll look stunning in."

The moment Raymond spoke, the attendant’s expression shifted. Her eyes widened slightly, then she bowed her head with graceful apology.

"I’m terribly sorry, ma’am," she said softly to Valentina, her tone laced with respect now. "Please forgive me."

Immediately Valentina gave a small nod, not out of pride, but because she didn’t quite know what to say. Her silence said enough.

Meanwhile, Raymond had already begun strolling along the marble aisle, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, the other trailing gently against the edge of a display case. His gaze swept through the glittering rows of dresses like a king inspecting his court. He wasn’t just browsing—he was searching.

Then, he paused, his eyes settled on a glass display section sealed off with a soft-locked code. The spotlight inside danced gently over a dress so striking, it looked like it didn’t belong in this world.

A gown—midnight gunmetal in tone, the kind that shimmered like a thousand stars had melted into fabric. Its curves were adorned with delicately set diamonds, real ones, so finely stitched into the bodice and waistline that they looked like constellations scattered across a twilight sky.

"Elise," Raymond called casually.

The attendant stiffened. "Y-yes, sir?"

"That one," Raymond said, pointing directly at the masterpiece. "Do you still have The Celestial Thorn?"

At first, Elise hesitated. "Sir... that piece is only shown upon request by very exclusive clients. It’s from our diamond-encrusted ’Thorn Series’—there are only three ever made worldwide."

"I asked if you still have it," Raymond said again, his voice still calm, but firmer now.

"Yes... yes, sir. We do." Elise swallowed, visibly stunned.

But before she could reach for her earpiece, a loud, dry laugh suddenly echoed from the back of the boutique.

It was sharp. Mocking, Valentina turned slowly, and Raymond’s eyes narrowed as the voice rang again.

"Poor people," the woman scoffed with a grin, arms folded, her perfume choking the air with arrogance. "They really came in here to disgrace themselves."

The moment the voice cut through the air like a bad perfume, Raymond and Valentina both turned their heads slowly—neither needed to confirm it.

They already knew, It was Chloe.

Her voice carried with that same sharpness Valentina had grown used to—loud, bitter, attention-seeking.

At first, they tried to ignore her. They really did. Raymond casually adjusted it self. Valentina gave the attendant a half-smile, pretending as if nothing had happened.

But Chloe... she wasn’t done.

"Oh wow," she scoffed loudly from behind them. "This place must really be running charity now."

Raymond’s jaw clenched, valentina didn’t even flinch, but her hand gripped her clutch tighter.

From the corner of her eyes, Valentina noticed someone standing quietly behind Chloe. Her chest tightened. Victoria? But... she didn’t say a word. Her arms were frozen by her side, lips parted like she was about to speak—but she didn’t.

She just stood there, wide-eyed and silent.

What happened between Valentina and her was still clear in her mind, and she hasn’t even said anything to Chloe about it, the humiliation was just too much.