My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 28

No, she couldn’t let this continue. If she did, she was literally going to lose it!

Xanthea gritted her teeth, bracing herself to use all her strength to strike at Orion’s nape with her bare hands.

But just as she was about to make her move, Orion collapsed onto her with a loud thump, like a machine that had suddenly been switched off, completely incapacitated.

Xanthea blinked in surprise and quickly crawled out from under him.

She clutched her tattered dress and stood by the bed, her expression one of righteous indignation, like a damsel who had been wronged. She rushed to kick his peacefully sleeping face, but stopped her foot just before it could touch him. No woman could bring herself to mar such a perfect face, but how could she let him off without teaching him a lesson after all the trouble to keep her first kiss intact for two lifetimes!

Biting her lip, Xanthea was pondering which cruel retribution to use when she noticed his robe was disheveled, exposing his chest.

Wait! She had always wanted to see if he had the iris tattoo on his chest, to confirm if he was her lifesaver. What better time than now?

She carefully knelt beside him, poking his face several times to ensure he didn’t react before she felt relieved.

It seemed she wasn’t misled; men really do lose certain abilities after drinking.

as a stunning blue-purple iris slowly unfolded on his right chest, Xanthea

Was it really him?

saved her in the lake behind the garden wasn’t Matthew, but

turned out he was her savior in a past life as

to fathom why he had helped her so much, saved her life, and never told her. Was it just to be a good person, or did he fear she

iris tattoo

the uneven skin beneath the tattoo, which appeared to be old burn scars, probably

torture the heir of the Lockwood Group, leaving burn marks

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family feuds within the Lockwood Group. If they were true, then like her, Orion was just a child at the time, with no chance to resist, which might

felt a pang of sympathy, but her hand was suddenly grasped tightly

“Ah!”

and looking at him as he crashed again, standing up

could she feel sympathy

had once saved her life, she would call it even. Besides, he had drunk so much, he probably wouldn’t remember whether he was embracing a person or a ghost tonight, and who were all those endearments and bizarre words meant for? It was

he got up in a drunken frenzy and pinned her down again, she’d