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.

but she couldn’t stop the stone in her hand, which heavily struck the neck of a young

away.

about that young man, she couldn’t even remember his face. and name. And

out, the person who had helped her was

had not only publicly insulted him by

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him without so much as a thank you. How could she have been so foolish,

him why, despite all the annoying

after her supposed death, had he chosen to

her nose, Xanthea raised her hand to rub it but realized her arm clung to

paused for a moment, and then it dawned

where? His shirt was wet, but the party was held in

and that protective embrace at the cemetery holding a bouquet of irises toward her grave passed through her

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

what’re you

was

him still sparked anger, but she managed to control herself as he came closer, “Just felt a bit stuffy, went for

Matthew to avoid repeating her

to be ruined, to experience the despair she had felt in her

Orion, “Thank you, Mr. Lockwood, for your help. I’ll

“Mr. Lockwood, thank you.”

could finish, Orion had already set her down and

if there was an iris tattoo