My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 157

It seemed she had really gone all out, no wonder Queenie was storming over with fire in her eyes, clearly out for revenge.

She swallowed, about to speak, when suddenly Queenie lowered her head, her voice quivering with tears, stuttering, “I–I’m sorry, Ms. Nightshade. I was rude and presumptuous yesterday, not knowing who you really were and making all those nasty remarks. I hope you can forgive my foolishness and not hold it against me.”

??? Xanthea was utterly baffled by this sudden apology.

Had she heard right? This die–hard Orion fan, after being told that Xanthea was Orion’s goddess and having been physically subdued by her after a night of heavy drinking, was now apologizing?

Had she been knocked silly or had she been knocked into submission?

“Xan, Queenie’s such a proud person and she’s never lowered her head to anyone before. She came all the way here today just to apologize to you. Aren’t you gonna forgive her and sit down for a meal together?” Catching the hint in her cousin’s words, Queenie choked up and added, “Ms. Nightshade, if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, please stay for a meal.”

Xanthea: “O–Okay.”

looked at

couldn’t believe that Orion, just to keep Xan for a meal, had gone to such

to imagine what it would cost him to pursue Xan in the future. Could he even compete against him? Would she

she was

or seven hour drive home anyway; we’re not in a rush this moment. Since the Marlowe family has extended such a warm invitation, why not stay for

arms, a triumphant smile on his face, “Mr. Martinez, if you don’t mind,

clenched his fists

Leonard, and staying now would just be embarrassing himself further. Who knew how they would tease him

I tracked your IP and rushed to Everglade overnight not just because I was worried about your safety, but because you said so many strange things on the phone last night. I was afraid something was wrong between

Xanthea’s expression suddenly

had she told him last night that

had mentioned that every time she got drunk,

her secrets, answering