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 energy and heat

planned her escape route well before the explosion, steering the bike towards the lake and diving into the water at the moment

“Ah!”

thoughts, she was suddenly embraced forcefully by the man

“Xan! Xan, Xan, Xan!”

her into his body, making it hard for

his pounding heart and the raw, ragged tone

was his heartbeat so

front of the gravestone in her past life, with a voice full of near–desperate agony, his body shaking as if he had lost the most vital thing in life, which made her want to

Xanthea felt a maternal instinct kick

wrong?

through his short hair, it seemed to trigger something in him, and suddenly, his voice and