My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 32

A flight attendant glided down the aisle, her cart clinking with beverages. Seizing the moment, Miranda grabbed a glass of red wine, quickly adjusted her hair, and strode toward the first-class cabin, aiming directly for the VIP seats. Just a step away from her target, she stumbled, drenching a man’s brand-new suit pants in wine.

“Hey!”

Cedric, who was seated nearby, was the first to react, pausing his work.

“What’s going on here?”

“I’m so sorry, I just felt a bit dizzy and lost my balance.” Miranda clutched her forehead, her face a picture of remorse as she apologized repeatedly. “Maybe I can help clean that up for you?”

As she spoke, she knelt by Orion’s feet, her hands reaching for his pants.

The cold wine had disturbed Orion from his light doze. His eyes snapped open to a pitiful face looking up at him, her eyes red and pleading. Suddenly, a fierce glare shot from his eyes, “Scram!”

That single word sent chills through Miranda, causing her hands, which were about to touch his leg, to tremble with fear.

Cedric, experienced in corporate dealings, had seen through Miranda’s intentions from the moment she knelt. Trying to attract the attention of Orion with such a crude tactic was laughable. He hadn’t had the chance to intervene before Orion woke up.

Already suffering from insomnia and having worked intensively for several days, Orion had just managed to catch a bit of sleep on the flight, only to be rudely awakened.

“I’m so sorry, sir, it wasn’t intentional.”

Xanthea, engrossed in adjusting the resolution of her smartphone’s external device, was suddenly drawn by the commotion at the front of the first-class cabin. Rushing flight attendants headed in that direction.

Was that Miranda’s voice?

What happened?

her phone and approached the VIP exclusive seats, catching glimpses of the scene through several flight attendants trying

What’s going on?

Orion? Miranda?

was Miranda kneeling

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clean it up or

please step aside immediately; we will handle

glass and her overdone act of contrition,

opportunity to hook up with men, had just spilled wine on Orion’s

tactic, whether clever or

“I’m sorry, sir.”

persist, Cedric was about to intervene when a familiar

what happened? Why

attendants and feigned surprise at the scene, “Mr. Lockwood, what a coincidence to see

at the sight of her, like a gust of wind clearing

Sister?

the Nightshade family he had seen on “The Masked Singer.” No wonder she seemed familiar; he thought

I accidentally spilled

“Good morning, Ms. Nightshade.”

a refreshing breeze

Miranda froze.

Why?

it because he didn’t recognize her? Or simply because Xanthea was

it was just a misunderstanding, everyone here is