My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 137

“Ms. Nightshade, have you forgotten?”

Orion noticed her silence and loosened his grip around her waist by an inch.

“Do you need me to put you down so you can recall properly?”

“No, no, no!” Xanthea squeaked immediately, wishing she could bite his neck off, yet obediently cooed, “I haven’t forgotten, O–Ori, Orl!”

Listening to her melodious voice, tinged with a hint of coquetry, Orion tightened his hold on her waist. “What’s this “Ori‘?”

That despicable man, that freak, she had to endure it all!

Xanthea’s hands, clasped behind his neck, silently balled into fists. “I like Ori. I like Ori!”

“Who likes Ori?”

Unable to bear it any longer, Xanthea opened her mouth to bite his neck. “Orion, this is too much!”

Just as her sharp teeth neared Orion’s neck, Orion moved his hand slightly, and Xanthea immediately withdrew her teeth. “Me, me, it’s me!”

commanded, “Put it all together, say it

tone, Xanthea trembled with anger, biting him

she got out, she

Is that enough? Mr. Lockwood,

exclaimed thrice, her voice echoing through the vast, desolate valley, rebounding in the dark

tinged with a serene smile. “Hmm, Xan, I’m quite pleased, indeed quite

you can take me

anger nearly grinding her

“Of course.”

turned, and Xanthea sighed a heavy sigh of relief, she suddenly felt

new trick was

on a cliff, his gaze sharpening. “Ahead, there

Xanthea was puzzled.

excuse? She had been lured by that unscrupulous servant of the Marlowe family to see irises and had

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he was repeating the same trick, could it be

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