My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 110

Hadn’t she promised herself that the next time she saw Orion, she would definitely give him a piece of her mind? But when the time came, not only did Xanthea not give him any grief at all, she ended up shamelessly accepting a meal from him. Worse yet, she had even taken leftovers home! It was utterly spineless!

How could she face him next time and righteously criticize him the next time they met?

One thing was clear as a leader, Orion knew exactly how to win people over.

Staring at the gift box in her hand–which girl could resist a sweet cherry topped mousse cake?

Orica: “Ms. Nightshade, good night.”

Although Xanthea didn’t want to engage, there was an old saying that one should not bite the hand that feeds. Thus, before closing the door, she still managed to say, “Good night, sweet dreams!”

But that didn’t mean she had forgiven him! Or that she had, well, best to try the cake first!

just

“sweet dreams” over

room felt empty and silent, devoid of any of the joy or liveliness when the girl was

a piece of delicate, sexy lace underwear embroidered with

only by a wall, so close her most intimate piece of her clothing in his palm,

to have her, to embrace her, to kiss her, to possess her completely and perhaps even to confine her to

again and again, until he was too

man’s face, which was

phone call, “Hello, boss, it’s late,

day after tomorrow, at the Glory Building.” Cedric perked up at the mention of “Realm of Illusions,” “Boss, you’re not planning to attend Ms. Nightshade’s launch, are you? The trip to Highcliff for the Everhart family has already been scheduled for

“I’m just passing by.”

the phone click off, Cedric put

any chance to see Ms. Nightshade, even