My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 152

Was it possible?

Ms. Nightshade was so wasted last night; she must be feeling terrible. The boss loved her dearly; he wouldn’t really make a move even if he wanted it that much.

And with the boss‘ formidable capabilities, how could Ms. Nightshade possibly get out of bed after it, let alone be acting energetically like she was now!

As for the musky scent, it was not like a man had to really get inside, well, it wouldn’t be wrong to say he released it without touching Ms. Nightshade, but strictly speaking, nothing really happened,

Thinking this, Cedric felt like he had found solid evidence and defended Orion righteously, “Ms. Nightshade, you drank so much strong liquor last night; it might have affected your sense of smell.”

“Is that so?”

Xanthea scratched her head, half–doubting, trying to recall if she had ever lost her sense of smell after getting drunk.

a dense cluster of blooming heather, an idea

Xanthea jumped, “Got what?”

why you smelled that scent! Look! There’s a cluster of heather right outside the

Xanthea looked out at the dense, oval–shaped cluster of tiny white flowers, “What does that have to

city flower of Everglade, also known

cut off mid–sentence as Xanthea’s face turned sour, she snatched the gift box from his hands and shut him out the door with

door closing and

Just like your

find a neatly folded set of new clothes, she thought there would be merely one piece of clothing, but turned out it was from

twirling in front of the mirror; she looked ethereal and enticing. Not only was the dress beautiful, but it also fit her

words echoed in her mind. “The boss asked me

her? She suddenly c

chest. How did

must be the Marlowe family’s servants