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!”

it all together,

anger, biting him was

out, she vowed to tear him

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

through the vast, desolate valley, rebounding in the

with a serene smile.

me out

anger nearly grinding

“Of course.”

relief, she

trick was he

of swaying grass on a cliff, his gaze sharpening. “Ahead, there seems to

Xanthea was puzzled.

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

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same trick, could it be he was in cahoots with

thought you loved