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.

fist was about to hit her, a shadow darted from behind her, 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.

away.

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

who had helped

not only publicly insulted him by calling him “crazy” but had

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much as a thank you. How could she

in her eyes. She wanted to ask him why, despite all the annoying things she had done,

after her supposed death, had he chosen to

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

a moment, and then it dawned on

was held in the main hall –

strong arms, a muscular chest, and that protective embrace at the cemetery holding a bouquet of irises toward her grave passed

now? Xanthea about to tug at his shirt, eager to see if there

what’re you

was

control herself as he came closer, “Just felt a bit stuffy, went for

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

to be ruined, to experience the

Orion, “Thank you, Mr. Lockwood, for your

“Mr. Lockwood, thank you.”

set

gotten a chance to see if