My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 45

“Are you making fun of me?”

Orion shook his head, “Not at all.”

“Yes, you were!” Sebastian caught him red-handed, while Xanthea playfully pinched his cheek, “And you, have you always been this cheeky?”

“What can I say? There isn’t any other way to put it!”

Xanthea teased, “Is there a chance it was ‘I performed ballet for the principal”?”

Sebastian looked puzzled, “But I can’t ballet.”

“It’s not about whether you can dance or not.” Xanthea furrowed her brows, “Just write it down!.”

closed, “I think your English needs a bit

love math, always scoring top

minus 16, set it up column-style. If 5 minus 6

scratched his head,

to explain, “You need to borrow 1 from the 7, and that’s what we called ‘subtraction with borrowing’. You must

she could finish, Sebastian interrupted,

is

what if 7 doesn’t want

like he was being deliberately obtuse,

voice carried a trace of frustration, and just then, laughter echoed from above, sounding like mockery. Just moments ago, Xanthea had been confidently

Sebastian really was Orion’s nephew. They say nephews are supposed to resemble their uncles, but other than looks, what similarities

Crestwood knew Orion was a once-in-a-century genius, and Sebastian was certainly a ‘genius’ in his own

on to the next question, “You