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.

Xanthea grew anxious. She pressed her ear against

the misty mirror, he wiped away the water droplets, revealing

Xan would be his and his

don’t come out soon,

about to open the door when Orion came

a brand–new white suit, looking fresh and refined, with

you take

shower while eating? And

first time she saw him in a white suit, and it was somewhat captivating, like a noble prince from

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Unconsciously, Xanthea swallowed,

of kitchen grease

kicked in, no wonder his expression looked so weird.

the bathroom doorknob, “Xannie,

יילור

I was just worried you might have an accident in there. Quickly dry your

“It’s okay.”

his hair. Seeing this, Xanthea grabbed his arm, “What do you mean ‘It’s okay‘? Wet hair

Xannie dry

playing at the

feeling like she had fallen into a

you suddenly calling me

1 like “Xannie”

“Ah?”

like calling you Xannie.