My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 90

Orion suddenly let out a low chuckle, sounding like the collapse of a sob or the relief of having survived a calamity.

He thought she was dead; he thought she was gone.

Xanthea felt a tight grip on her heart as his laughter echoed, and as she tried to say something, a sneeze escaped her uncontrollably

The lake water was too cold.

“Ah!” Suddenly, she was lifted into his arms and carried towards the shore.

Xanthea instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her gaze fixed on his sharp jawline, reminding her of the day she nearly drowned at Lakeside Manor. He had camied her up in a similar hold, his chest radiating the same burning warmth, yet he had disappeared by the time she woke up.

Many questions magnified endlessly in her mind at this very moment.

Why was he always there when she was in danger? Why did he seem so heartbroken thinking she was gone? Did her life mean that much to him? Was there something special they shared that she had forgotten?

“Oh my God, she’s alright!”

motorbike burned to ashes,

had happened

and staff from the “Realm of Illusions” team rushed over and sighed in

was set down, her arms slightly hugging her body, feeling a bit cold and worried about revealing too much in front of

down to her thighs, both warming her shivering body and perfectly hiding the curves outlined by the

you, Xanthea looked up at him gratefully, clutching

were oozing fresh blood,

jacket, “I got these when I was thrown from the bike, brushed against a willow

grasped her index finger, seemingly about to bring it

back; he paused, and then pulled out a small

always carry it with him? And it was such a small jar, not

still haven’t finished this cream? Haven’t you been applying it morning and night

to see the crescent–shaped scar on his neck, when a sharp roar

ears

“Isabella, Isabella, calm down.”

“Mover