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

Xanthea jumped, “Got what?”

scent! Look! There’s a

out at the dense, oval–shaped cluster of tiny

flower of Everglade, also

mid–sentence as Xanthea’s face turned sour, she snatched the gift box from his hands

sound of the door closing and her disdainful words hit him

like

a reasonable explanation. Xanthea, feeling reassured, opened the gift box to find a neatly folded set of new clothes, she

only was the dress beautiful, but it also fit her

asked me to wake you up and bring these

have picked them out for her? She suddenly c measurements,

chest. How did he

It must be