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.

arm. The punk cried and begged for mercy, but she couldn’t stop the stone in her hand, which heavily struck the neck of

away.

man, she couldn’t even remember his face.

turned out, the person who had helped her was

publicly insulted him by calling him “crazy”

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thank you. How

all the annoying things she had done,

after her supposed death, had he chosen to end

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

for a moment, and then it dawned

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

a muscular chest, and that protective embrace at the cemetery holding a bouquet of

now? Xanthea about to tug at

what’re you

was

came closer, “Just felt a bit stuffy, went for a walk in the garden and accidentally tripped. Luckily, Mr. Lockwood was

could easily cut all ties with Matthew to avoid repeating her past tragedies. But that would let him off too

experience the despair she had felt in her

“Thank you, Mr. Lockwood, for your

“Mr. Lockwood, thank you.”

set her down and turned

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