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

you! Stay here until your father returns, then I

own son, I would have

family’s little princess, huh? And you even hid her photo. You’re such a pervert at your age. Look at all these scars, do you think you

you

murderer, I don’t

terrifying scars

“It’s intrue.”

These days, unscrupulous gossip media just make things up.

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Chapter 218

do you

obviously fabrications at first

“What if they aren’t?”

dark eyes swirling with deep

hand, holding the

scars on his chest were indeed from abuse, and he truly had a cruel and dark childhood as the news

rather they

want to run away from him? After all, no one wants to be close

broke the heavy

go back to your childhood, I would definitely protect

eyes suddenly lit up, nearly burning her reflection

you have already protected

always been protecting, always been the purest angel, the most

done, it’s dry

tiptoed to put it away

her slender and tantalizing waist, barely a handful, and it took all his strength not to pull her fiercely into his

her,