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!

sinister smirk right now and show her uncle what

To get

it,

and began to review some contract documents seriously, seemingly no longer interested in engaging with her Seeing him disregard her like she was nothing. Xanthea felt

let me go now, we can call it even. From here on out,

even listening

if it helps, I’ll

she rolled up her sleeve and thrust her arm in front of

fair, smooth skin glimmered in the light of 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

Huh?

left on his collarbone. He

The scoundrell

if left with a bite mark or

seemed he was rejecting