My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 120

“What are you doing?”

Xanthea lifted her head, her eyes wide with alarm, as if she were staring at a nuthless kidnapper:

Ever since she got into the car, he had locked her in without explanation, and now he had her strapped to the seat, planning to take her to some remote area in the Everglades to spend the night. If this wasn’t the behavior of a kidnapper, what was?

She thought crazed fans were scary enough, but he was proving to be even worse!

“It’s dangerous to behave like this on the highway, Ms. Nightshade.”

“I think you’re the dangerous one here! Let me go, drop me off at a rest stop, or else fim calling my uncle to tell him you’ve actually kidnapped me!”

Onon looked at her, a faint smirk appearing in his deep eyes. “Go ahead, but do you really think Mr. Lopez will believe you, Ms Nightshade?”

Xanthea’s heart skipped a beat, recalling the story of the boy who cried wolf. Especially since her uncle trusted Orion so much, he would surely think she was just playing pranks again. It infuriated her!

now and show her uncle what kind of

To get back

overthinking it,

was nothing. Xanthea

now, we can call it even. From here on out, we keep to our own

even

it helps, I’ll let you bite

sleeve and thrust

the laptop, catching Orion’s eye. He traced her arm up to her elegant curved neck, over her well–defined collarbone, and finally rested on the enticing fullness above, his gaze darkening as his Adam’s apple bobbed

Huh?

on his collarbone. He wouldn’t want to bite her in the

The scoundrell

accident, biting reflexively without thinking much of it. Now, such an intimate and ambiguous spot, if left with a bite mark or scar, could easily be misinterpreted as a love bite. She had

seemed he was rejecting her