My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 142

Ever since Xanthea’s coming–of–age celebration, it seemed like she had transformed into someone entirely different.

Gone were the days when she clung to Matthew, made a fuss over him, always thought of him, and constantly wanted to be by his side.

Her world had expanded to include academics, career pursuits, various hobbies, and friends.

uneasy

In contrast, Matthew felt like he was losing importance, with their one–on–one time dwindling to a pitiful amount. It seemed like he was gradually being phased out of her life, leaving him anxious and every day, fearing she might change her heart and leave him.

Hearing that familiar call now felt like a throwback to the past when nothing had changed!

This time, he resolved to cherish and protect her more than ever, never again taking her for granted!

“Matt, calling so late, are you missing me?”

“Yes! Yes, I’ve been thinking about you all day!”

“Huh.”

revealing a

“I missed you too!”

the way, Kan, where

trees, and a sign emblazoned with ‘Marlowe‘ in

“The bathroom? Which bathroom?”

huge mansion! It’s as big as a

no exaggeration, and Matthew began

Xanthea’s usual way of talking. Could

known for her drinking, always moderate, only indulging in a bit of wine on special occasions. How could

had earlier phoned the Nightshade family, her mom mentioned she was at the company. Then he asked Oliver, who was at a social event and didn’t elaborate much, only mentioning she was safe

now, who would dare get Xanthea drunk and take her to a grand mansion? Could

and took her to a mansion, what

nerves tightened, and he anxiously asked, “Xan, are you

Matthew said that name, Xanthea’s heart skipped, and she frowned, muttering,

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