My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 217

It took him a moment before he finally smiled and stood up, heading towards the bathroom.

Xanthea was startled by his indescribable, eerie smile.

As she watched his retreating figure, she couldn’t help but recall his reaction when she invited him to her engagement ceremony in Willowdale. Back then, he seemed to have suffered a devastating blow, but now he radiated an unbelievable joy.

“Orion, what’s going on?”

She hurried after him, only to see a closed door and the sound of running water inside.

The cold water drenched his hair, streaming down his well–defined face and onto his broad chest, soaking through his suit and tingling every nerve and cell in his body.

It was true.

Everything was real, not an illusion.

He had always thought Xan loved Matthew with all her life, which is why from their childhood days, she was always glued to him, sharing every sorrow and joy of her life with him, all the thoughtfully planned surprises and gifts were prepared for him alone, and she would shield him from any danger without a second thought.

So he never dared get close to her, never dared hope she would even glance his way.

But now she was telling him, she didn’t care for Matthew as much as he thought!

“Bang-”

He struck the wall with a heavy punch, stirring up a spray of water droplets.

Extreme regret and joy intertwined, leaving him overwhelmed by his emotions. If only he had known earlier.

noise, Xanthea grew anxious. She pressed her ear against the

wiped away the water droplets, revealing a

now on, Xan would be his and his

you don’t come out soon, I’ll just

was about to open the door when

suit, looking fresh and refined, with no hint of

you take a shower?”

he suddenly take a shower while

suit, and it was somewhat captivating, like

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Chapter 217

Unconsciously, Xanthea swallowed,

got a bit of kitchen

kicked in, no wonder his expression looked so weird. Just

hand on the bathroom doorknob, “Xannie, were you trying

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you? I was just worried you might have an accident in there. Quickly dry your hair and come to

“It’s okay.”

and walked towards the dining table, with no intention of drying his hair. Seeing this, Xanthea grabbed his arm, “What do you mean ‘It’s okay‘? Wet hair can easily

Xannie dry it for

playing at the corners of

his triumphant smile, she couldn’t help feeling like she had

are you suddenly calling me

1 like “Xannie”

“Ah?”

like calling you Xannie. Do you