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, say

with anger, biting

got out, she vowed to

enough? Mr. Lockwood, are you satisfied now? Happy

thrice, her voice echoing through the vast, desolate

smile. “Hmm, Xan, I’m quite pleased,

me out of

spoke through gritted teeth, her anger nearly

“Of course.”

of relief, she suddenly felt him halt, her heart skipping a

new trick was he

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

Xanthea was puzzled.

been lured by that unscrupulous servant of the Marlowe family to see irises and had stumbled

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could it be he was in cahoots with that

thought you