My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 4

Raven-black eyebrows framed his deep-set, piercing eyes, and his lips and nose. proportioned as if sculpted with meticulous care by a renowned artist. His jawline was perfectly defined.

She had first been utterly stunned by his presence at the cemetery, and up close, he was even more breathtaking. It was hard to imagine anyone in the entertainment industry who could surpass his allure.-

Unfortunately, he always wore a cold expression, and his aura was chilling, almost devil-like. Coupled with the outrageous rumors circulating in the news, it was no wonder people were wary of him.

“Ms. Nightshade, where are you headed?”

Ms. Nightshade? Such a formal address. Weren’t they on a first-name basis at the cemetery?

“Back to my room, thank you.”

Xanthea, worried she might fall, instinctively snuggled closer to him. She felt him pause as if shocked by electric contact. Curious, she looked up just in time to see a faint crescent-shaped scar on the left side of his neck.

That scar looked familiar. Could it be she was the one who left it?

Three years ago, when the Martinez family first made a name for themselves through a collaboration with the Nightshade family in Crestwood, Matthew was cornered by a group of so-called elite heirs. They taunted him, throwing stones and mocking his father for being a social climber, and Matthew as nothing but a lapdog to the Nightshade’s

heiress.

Overhearing this, she had angrily thrown stones back at them. When the leader, a blond punk, charged at her, she raised a sharp-edged stone in defense.

breaking the attacker’s arm. The punk cried and begged for mercy, but she couldn’t stop the stone in her hand, which heavily struck the neck of a young man, leaving a crescent-shaped wound and blood gushing out. At that moment, she was only thinking of Matthew

away.

thinking about that young man, she couldn’t even remember his face.

the person who

by calling him “crazy” but had also

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a thank you. How could she have

ask him why, despite all the annoying things she had done, he still chose to help her, to protect her, to avenge

supposed death, had he chosen to end his own

him now, he might think she was insane. Feeling a sting in her nose, Xanthea raised

paused for a moment, and then it dawned on

was wet, but the party was held in the main hall – no chance of getting

struggling in the water, strong arms, a muscular chest, and that protective embrace at

saved her from the pond just now? Xanthea about to tug at his shirt,

you

was

but she managed to control herself as he came closer, “Just felt a bit stuffy, went for a walk in

this new life, she could easily cut all ties with Matthew to avoid repeating

to experience the despair she had felt in her past

“Thank you, Mr. Lockwood, for your

“Mr. Lockwood, thank you.”

she could finish, Orion had already set her down

hadn’t even gotten a chance to see if there was an iris tattoo on