My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 89

The melodious call struck the man like a celestial sound, halting his towering near six–foot–three frame in its tracks.

The chaotic, noisy world seemed to hush around him, descending into a profound silence. He slowly turned around.

When he caught sight of the girl half–submerged in the lake, her eyebrows knitted in confusion, her wet hair disheveled, and her captivating form blended with the shimmering reflections on the water, she looked like a mermaid from a dream. At that moment, his eyes froze, and a strange smile crept across his lips.

For some reason, Xanthea felt a shiver of fear at his reaction.

His eyes were vacant, as if he was looking at something unreal, and that eerle smile reminded her of the way he had grinned at her tombstone back in the cemetery, hardly the expression of a sane human, utterly chilling.

Could it be he thought she was dead? That this was all an illusion?

person who witnessed a massive motorcycle explosion would surely believe the rider had perished, given the intense

the bike towards the lake and diving into the water at the moment of impact with the bamer,

“Ah!”

forcefully by the man

“Xan! Xan, Xan, Xan!”

to merge her into his body, making it hard for Xanthea to breathe. She

amid the sound of his pounding heart and the raw, ragged tone of

was his heartbeat so

called her “Xan“, just like he had in front of the gravestone in her past life, with a voice full of near–desperate agony, his

Xanthea felt a maternal

what’s wrong?

and moved her hands up through his short hair, it seemed to trigger