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.

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

Xanthea jumped, “Got what?”

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

tiny white

Everglade, also known

snatched the gift box from his hands and shut him out the door

sound of the door closing and her disdainful words hit him

Just like

opened the gift box to find a neatly folded set of new clothes, she thought there would be

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

“The boss asked me to wake you up and

her? She suddenly c measurements, especially

did he know

be the Marlowe family’s