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.

the neck of a young man, leaving a crescent-shaped wound and blood gushing out. At that moment, she

away.

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

the person who had helped

publicly insulted him by calling him “crazy” but had also

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as a thank you. How could

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

why, after her supposed death, had he chosen to

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

paused for a moment, and then it

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

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

Xanthea about to tug at his shirt, eager to see if there was an

you

was

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

ties with Matthew to avoid repeating her past tragedies. But that would let him

to be ruined, to experience the despair she

nodding respectfully to Orion, “Thank you, Mr.

“Mr. Lockwood, thank you.”

had already set her down and

a chance to see if there was an