My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 227

“Orion, why didn’t you give me a call before dropping by?”

“Why?” Orion glared at her with a shadow of displeasure in his eyes. “Did I interrupt something important by coming unannounced?”

“No.”

Having encountered him unexpectedly last night at the elevator while saying goodbye to Benjamin, Xanthea immediately sensed the odd tone in his voice. Remembering how she and Benjamin were holding a coffee mug just as Orion walked in, she hastily waved her hands to explain.

“Benjamin and I were just discussing the script. Don’t get us wrong. It’s just your words could easily be misunderstood, don’t you know that?”

“Isn’t what I said true?”

Orion stepped closer, his tall frame imposing, which forced Xanthea to instinctively step back.

“It is true, but to those unaware.”

“Or is it that Xan wants to hide something?”

His eyes narrowed slightly, catching the guilty spark in Xanthea’s eyes. She immediately widened her eyes, trying to defend herself, “Who? Me? How can I want to hide anything?”

filling her mind with a buzzing noise that made it impossible for her to

you afraid of

suddenly leaned in close, startling Xanthea so much that she knocked over the mug standing on the

“crash,” the mug tumbled to the floor,

at the broken mug. Her mind was still in a haze, as she saw Orion bending down

“Hey!”

she quickly bent down, grabbing his hand, “What are you doing? There’s broken glass

the man paused

at her, his

didn’t care about the broken mug, only

mug is

new one. But if you’re

herself before almost saying “I’d be worried,” and stumbled over her words, “I’d feel guilty.”

“Alright.”

her hand back. His eyes were full of tender affections. “I’ll buy

her skin, making Xanthea think of what happened last night. How

pounded and her mouth went

going