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?

completely drawn into his performance, was suddenly snapped back to reality by his

reciting lines, why is he adding his own

reality with the role will make

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

isn’t part of the script, this crossing

“Maximus!”

it indeed halted his

“Why?”

opposition infuriated him further, his tall silhouette looming over her,

pretty boy? What’s so good about him? How is he better than me? Is he richer, from a better family, or is he more ‘capable‘

you compare and see, taste what I offer? I guarantee that once you’ve tried it, you won’t think of

unedited line from ‘Realm of Illusions. This part was removed

words grew more outrageous, repeatedly trying to stop him, but he seemed lost in his role,

down to see

beneath.

to roughly grope Phoenix, but the Phoenix in the novel, skilled in top assassin techniques,

was a top–notch assassin, while the real–life Xanthea didn’t know anything. There was no director to call “cut,” so

“Orion, Orion.”

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

“You will what?“.