My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 122

The soft, sweet scent of Xanthea nestled into Orion’s arms, like a seductive, charming cat, twisting and turning while murmuring playfully in a childlike voice. It almost instantly stirred something within him, a wild, fierce desire shadowing his still infatuated, handsome face.

He looked down at the unknowingly enticing girl asleep in his arms, his warm palm subconsciously cradling her lovely face, inching closer with every breath.

Even in her sleep, she was a little temptress.

The partition between the front and back seats of the Maybach Landaulet slowly descended. Cedric, puzzled, glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Orion leaned in, his eyes intensely focused on Xanthea’s “lips, their proximity almost negligible.

Cedric thought, “What on earth was Mr. Lockwood thinking? Ms. Nightshade was just asleep, not unconscious! What if she woke up to this scene – wouldn’t that turn into a massive uproar? And besides, Ms. Nightshade already had a boyfriend, with whom she was deeply in love. Mr. Lockwood needed to control himself, be careful not to fall too deep and end up unable to extricate himself.”

Everglade, nightfall.

“Hmm.”

Xanthea woke up, stretching her hands and rubbing her sleepy eyes, slightly disoriented as she gazed up at the glittering, beautiful starry car roof.

–

there was also a

something hard and hot like an iron pressing against her face. She needed to see what

her body, her eyes meeting a white dress shirt and a faint scent of pine

Damn!

up

his expression calm,

Was he asleep?

noticed her lying on his lap

gaze tinged with red veins as if tormented by something, his voice slightly hoarse, “Ms. Nightshade,

त

car is a bit cramped, I

Nightshade, your body gives out an

was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he emphasized the words

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