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.

nodded, glanced out the window guiltily, and accidentally spotted a dense

Xanthea jumped, “Got what?”

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

the dense, oval–shaped cluster of tiny white flowers, “What does that have

the city flower of Everglade, also known

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

closing and her disdainful words hit him at

Just like

a reasonable explanation. Xanthea, feeling reassured, opened the gift box to find a

mirror; she looked ethereal and enticing. Not only was the

“The boss asked me to wake you up and

her? She suddenly c measurements, especially

did he know

coincidence! It must be the Marlowe family’s servants who prepared it, and