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 any more fish till I get back. I’ll

to pick 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.

a while, her stomach full and satisfied, she glanced at the time.

yawned lazily, sinking deeper into the couch and began scrolling through her phone.

small fox in the corner of the couch. The remnants of his earlier frustration softened at the sight. Gently, he draped. his jacket over her, his fingers inadvertently brushing through

stole a glance at his boss kneeling next to the sleeping girl, inhaling the scent of her

then caught himself. He reluctantly let go of her hair and closed his eyes, expecting a sleepless night. Yet, lulled by

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having returned to her seat, kept checking her watch. After nearly ant hour, her patience wore thin,

think I didn’t warn you. Mr. Lockwood let it slide the first time because of Ms. Nightshade, but if there’s a next time, I doubt you’ll have much of