My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 223

Oran watched her ded in panic is fierce glist flickering in his fiery eyes.

Someday he would pin her down just like he had moments ago, and

“Bang

At Room 3002. Xanthen burst into the room and slammed the door shut

Her eyes were wide, legs shaking, her heated body slid down the cold door until she sat on the floor, her hands slowly reaching up to touch her burning cheeks. Why was she so hot? It felt like she was about to evaporate. Her heart was racing, and her breaths were erratic, the intense throbbing causing her chest to rise and fall with each breath.

What was happening to her? She had never felt this way before. Her mind and vision were filled with Orion’s image, impossible to shake off. Could she be falling for Orion?

“Ahhhh!”

“No, no, nor

“It’s just too deep into the role, too deep into the role, it must be!”

me, Phoenix, not

yes! A cold shower

the bathroom and turned on the

Northern suburbs, Realm of Illusions film set.

Maximus reunited, a single take, action!”

the dimly lit dungeon, Xanthea’s hands and feet were tied to a crucifix. She

seeing the actor opposite her, her mind automatically replaced his face

front of the camera, Kevin observed Xanthea’s reactions meticulously,

thigh in excitement but restrained himself to not disrupt her

remain cold, the pain of being merciless, and a hint of desperately suppressed affection–it was exactly what he

limited acting skills, given such short notice, would struggle to perform. Yet, overnight, her performance had

countless NGS yesterday was now completed smoothly in one

“Cut!”

up

amazement, “Your performance today was incredible! I nearly couldn’t

“Really?”

“Phoenix, come here!”