My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 218

Xanthea carefully dried his hair, with a tenderness, that was almost maternal, but the man seated before. the mirror, his cheeks warmed under her touch.

Her delicate, soft hands continuously caressed and teased his hair, stimulating a sensitive area that had never been touched before, causing thrilling jolts to surge through his nerve endings, with electric. currents racing down to his lower abdomen.

He yearned for more than her touch in his hair.

“Orion, is the heat okay? Do you want me to turn it up?”

“No need,” he tightly closed his eyes to hide the burgeoning desire beneath, “Xan, it feels really good.

Hearing his suddenly husky voice, Xanthea frowned.

Just a moment ago he didn’t want his hair dried, and now he already showed signs of catching a cold!

“You usually live alone, don’t you know how to take care of yourself?”

“Yeah.”

Yeah? Was there a hint of pride in his voice?

“Why don’t you….”

Xanthea had just wanted to ask why he didn’t go back and live at home, but then she remembered the early scandals surrounding the Lockwood family and the dark childhood when he was smeared and slandered by journalists.

He probably didn’t have any family left a long time ago, right?

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be living alone all this time, and his uncle wouldn’t have been competing with him. for the chairman position of the Lockwood Group.

Compassion halted her words. But in the end, she couldn’t help but ask softly, “Orion, are those childhood stories about you in the news true?”

Orion abruptly opened

a monster! No one raised you! Stay here until your father returns, then I might let you

I could bear my own son, I would

you even hid her photo. You’re such a pervert at your age. Look at all these

you push

Teacher, Orion is a murderer, I don’t want

monster, with terrifying scars on

“It’s intrue.”

voice was calm, and Xanthea nodded, “Exactly. These days, unscrupulous

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Chapter 218

do you believe those

They’re obviously fabrications at first

“What if they aren’t?”

dark

hand, holding the hairdryer,

his chest were indeed from abuse, and he truly had a cruel and dark

rather they were

if they were true? Would she want to run away from him? After all,

heavy

do you believe me? If I could go

his shoulder. Orion’s gloomy eyes suddenly lit up, nearly burning her reflection in the

you have

been protecting, always been the purest angel, the

it’s

the hairdryer and tiptoed to put it away

waist, barely a handful, and it

to hold her, kiss her,