My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 172

Xanthea dashed into the storage room, rifling through each shelf in search of a thermometer. As she reached the bottom shelf, she caught a glimpse of a safe, adomed with a delicate blue iris flower, dried to perfection.

She couldn’t help but touch it, and immediately, the digital display lit up with a prompt–Please enter her birthday; it startled her enough to quickly withdraw her hand,

Please enter her birthday? Her? A woman?

It struck her as childish that Orion, the illustrious Crestwood tycoon, would use a woman’s birthday as the safe’s password. Wasn’t he afraid of thieves? Or perhaps this woman was exceptionally important to him?

He didn’t have a girlfriend. Could it be his mother’s birthday? Or maybe it was the birthday of some muse he dreamed about?

Pondering this, she opened another compartment marked with a cross. Inside, there was not only a thermometer but also a first aid kit, filled with unopened medications for colds, fevers, burns, and more.

Drion, despite having all sorts of medicine at home, stubbomly refused to take any, deliberately neglecting his health. If she were a family member, she would definitely scold him!

found

the medicine kit, Xanthea came out to see Orion thoughtfully sipping the soup she had made

watching him with her sparkling eyes, “How

“Mmm, it’s delicious.”

try to hide his praise, “Ms. Nightshade,

said that, she might have taken it as flattery, but coming from him, it

from a ‘six–star‘ chef like

in her words, Orion had his lips curved slightly,

sales call

come on, drop the formalities. We’ve known each other for years. Just call me by my nickname. My friends and my families me Xan, if you don’t mind,” Xanthea looked at him, arching

that, he froze.

her twinkling eyes as if sucked into a profound vortex, almost as if her reflection was clearly mirrored

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