My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 221

He smirked devilishly. “Phee, from the day you stepped into Ignite Camp, I told you, you’d belong to me, Maximus. You’re mine alone, no matter where you flee to the ends of the earth of the depths of hell, I will chase you down.”

“Look, aren’t you right here in my grasp? So quiet, so obedient, I like it.”

He loosened his grip on her chin, his slender fingers gently tracing the elegant lines of her face, teasing and toying with her features.

Each touch sparked a tiny electric thrill across her face, stopping at her soft, rosy lips. His fingertips caressed them lightly, his eyes filled with obsession and fervor fixed on them, as if he was about to bite down fiercely.

No, it’s wrong. I can’t, I shouldn’t.

Xanthea restrained her pounding heart and flushed cheeks, turning her head shyly, “Because I am independent, free, and I will never belong to anyone.”

“Is that so?*

He sneered, his eyes suddenly blazing with jealous fury that startled Xanthea, “What about Matthew?!”

“Why are you with him? For thirty days, I set up traps to catch you, and I watched you move in and out with him, sharing meals and living spaces. I was driven mad with jealousy. I wanted to kill him!”

Huh?

into his performance, was suddenly snapped back to reality by his out–of–place mention

reciting lines, why is he

blending reality with the role will make it easier for her

not, but he clearly was, almost snarling as he spoke, his hand that had stopped moving at her chest now resuming its advance, positioning to

glanced down, “?!” Hey, this isn’t part of the script, this crossing of lines was supposed to be

“Maximus!”

his movements, “You can’t kill him!”

“Why?”

firm defense and opposition infuriated him further, his tall

so good about him? How is he better than

it? Why don’t you compare and see, taste what I offer? I guarantee that once

just showed you was an unedited line from ‘Realm of

words grew more outrageous, repeatedly trying to

broke her thoughts, Xanthea looked down to see him actually ripping her neckline, exposing what lay

beneath.

but the Phoenix in the novel, skilled

didn’t know anything. There was no director to call “cut,” so wasn’t she going

“Orion, Orion.”

script lines directly, she quickly said, “Maximus, instead of humiliating

“You will what?“.