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.

out the window guiltily, and accidentally spotted a dense cluster of blooming heather, an idea suddenly forming. “I’ve got

Xanthea jumped, “Got what?”

you smelled that scent! Look! There’s

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

Nightshade, did you know? Heather is the city flower of Everglade, also known as ‘scented

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

closing and her disdainful words hit

like

feeling reassured, opened the gift box to find a neatly folded set of new clothes, she thought there would be merely one piece of clothing, but turned out

by twirling in front of the mirror; she looked ethereal and enticing. Not only was the dress

in her mind. “The boss asked me to wake you up and

them out for her? She suddenly c measurements, especially her bra

did

size couldn’t be a coincidence! It must be the Marlowe family’s servants who prepared