My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 188

“Boomi

Xanthea scrambled into the house and slammed the door shut with a thud.

Her face was flushed; she was panting, leaning against the wall with trembling hands, and clutching a bag of potato chips as if she had been electrocuted.

What a disaster!

How could she face him now, especially after she had panicked and ran away without a word!

Should she go back and explain?

But wouldn’t that be even more awkward now? And what would she say? That her chips accidentally fell on his pants, and she was just picking them up? Would he believe that?

Oh no! This is a disaster!

Xanthea buried her face in her large bed, and bit the corner of the blanket in misery. She felt her hand unclean, her reputation tarnished, and that she would forever be branded as a ruffian by Orion!

of Illusions

brand you with this iron before you’ll

1..”

the sight of the glowing hot iron brought back a nightmare she

blacksmith’s shop; the kidnapper pointed to a scorching iron bar in the furnace, demanding

kept urging her on maliciously, mocking

she looked up and saw the

“…

too close to

“Sorry, sorry, Director.”

for today,

a sigh of relief but then faced another dilemma:

go, she worried about whether his fever had subsided or if he had taken his medicine on time. She had promised to look after him until he recovered, and running away now might seem suspicious,

of

could she face him

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