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.

a stunning blue-purple

Was it really him?

her coming-of-age day, the person who saved her in the lake behind the garden wasn’t Matthew,

he was her savior in a past

saved her life, and never told her. Was it just to be a good person, or did he fear she would cling

the iris tattoo

but touch the uneven skin beneath the tattoo, which appeared to be old burn scars, probably from cigarette burns

torture the heir of the Lockwood Group, leaving burn marks on

1/2

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 explain his current cold, distant

but her hand was suddenly grasped tightly by

“Ah!”

in fright, quickly shaking off his hand and looking at him

crazy, how could she feel

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 hard to believe such a handsome, talented, and wealthy man

If he got up in a drunken frenzy and pinned her down again,