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.

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 and didn’t even see the face of the man who helped her. She took Matthew’s hand and

away.

couldn’t even remember his face. and name. And soon, she totally forgot all

the person who

publicly insulted him by calling

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a thank you. How could she have been so

felt tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted to ask him why, despite all

had he chosen to

think she was insane. Feeling a sting in her nose, Xanthea raised

for a moment, and then it dawned on

party was held in

arms, a muscular chest, and that protective embrace at the cemetery

was the one who had saved her from the pond just now? Xanthea about to tug at

what’re you doing

was

approached rapidly. Seeing him still sparked anger, but she managed to control herself as he came closer, “Just felt a bit stuffy,

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

the despair she had felt in

you, Mr. Lockwood,

“Mr. Lockwood, thank you.”

she could finish, Orion had already set

even gotten a chance to see if there