My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 233

Maximus poured out his feelings of longing for the past five years to Phoenix, urging her to abandon her quest for revenge, leave Prescott, and return to Ignite Camp and back to his side. However, Phoenix would rather die than comply, even threatening that if he let her go, she would kill him herself.

The two had a fierce argument and parted on bad terms.

Phoenix remained locked in a dark, sunless cell until two days later, when Maximus once again pushed open the door-

With a sharp “click,” the hallway lights flickered back on, and Xanthea squinted against the harsh light to see the tall, handsome man standing in the doorway.

His expression was calm, his gaze dark, holding a food box in his hand.

“Phee, I heard from the servants that you haven’t eaten in two days.”

“It seems you’re still not getting it.”

Xanthea had thought that her current feelings toward him would make her easily lose focus. But, unexpectedly, with just a few words, he instantly drew her back into Realm of Illusions.

His demeanor, his tone, the oppressive air of superiority–was this not the cold–hearted, ruthless Maximums from Ignite Camp? Seeing him, Phoenix’s lips curled into a slight, mocking smile, and turned her head away, “If you’re here to persuade me again, I’d advise you not to waste your energy.

“No matter what, I will never rejoin Ignite Camp or continue to stand by you, unless you kill me.”

top assassin by training, she had gone two days without food, her voice tinged with frailty, yet her stance remained unyielding.

tightly in a tattered nightgown, like a beautiful but tormented siren, subjected to torture and humiliation yet still refusing to bow. A dark

crouched down, lifting her

Phoenix jerked away, turning her face coldly, as if she couldn’t bear even to look

“Heh-”

chuckled lowly, switching to stroke her hair.

could never kill you.

I care for you, and you

is this defiant spirit in you, a crazed rebellion that seeps from your bones,

a nearly pleasurable sigh escaped

slightly to look at him.

hair, he leaned down to deeply inhale, his face showing a rabid, obsessed longing that sent shivers down

He’s playing a creep so well!

do you know when I started

first

think I’m sick, right? We were so young at that time. But you don’t know, you shone so brightly in

kill anyone who upsets

dream of the brilliant sun, did they deserve it? Make a guess, how do