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!”

“Put it all together,

tone, Xanthea trembled with anger, biting him was no longer enough to ease

out, she

like Ori, I like Ori, okay? Is that enough? Mr. Lockwood, are you satisfied now? Happy

vast, desolate valley, rebounding in the dark night into

tinged with a serene smile. “Hmm, Xan,

take me out of here

gritted teeth, her anger

“Of course.”

heavy sigh of relief, she suddenly felt him halt,

new trick

stared into the distance at a patch of swaying grass on a cliff, his gaze sharpening. “Ahead, there seems to be an

Xanthea was puzzled.

by that unscrupulous servant of the Marlowe family to see irises and

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now he was repeating the same trick, could it be he

you loved