My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 35

“What’s wrong?” Xanthea muttered under her breath. She’d only bitten into a fish and now her mouth was a battleground where a tiny bone had decided to lodge itself. But it wasn’t just the pain that caught her off guard-it was Orion’s reaction. The man was blushing furiously, looking for all the world like he had when she had applied some scar treatment lotion on his back at the gemstone auction. Back then, his shyness had a clear cause-her touch. But now?

Her mind replayed the sharp yelp she had let out while trying to dislodge the fishbone. It had been a bit,well, suggestive, perhaps. Was that why he was acting like a shy

schoolboy?

It was almost comical. This was the same man who, at the Rlan Hotel, had seemed almost a different beast-ferocious and intense. How could one person flip so drastically between such extremes?

“You okay?” she finally asked, breaking the awkward silence.

“I’ll just go to the bathroom to take care of this Orion said abruptly, standing up with the offending bone held delicately between his fingers. His voice was oddly hoarse.

“Sure.”

the bathroom, his silhouette tall and imposing. “Don’t eat

her fish clean? Xanthea, the only girl in the wealthy Nightshade family, had been pampered all her life but never to the extent of having someone else check her food for bones. The gesture was sweet, albeit a bit too intimate for their level of acquaintance. It seemed he truly appreciated her help-so much

again. After a while, her stomach full and satisfied, she

and began scrolling through her phone. Before she knew

asleep, curled up like a small fox in the corner of the couch. The remnants of his earlier frustration softened

a glance at his boss kneeling next to the sleeping girl, inhaling the scent of her hair like some scene straight out of a creepy

hair and closed his eyes, expecting a sleepless night. Yet, lulled by the soft rhythm of her breathing next

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drifted into

hour, her patience wore thin, and

Moore, don’t think I didn’t warn you. Mr. Lockwood let it slide the first time because of Ms.