My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 237

There lingered a tension–filled aura of ambiguity in the air. A hidden truth was about to burst out.

Xanthea’s cheeks were flushed, her heart pounding like thunder. She should have followed his suggestion, grabbed the script, and left.

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But whether it was a sudden lapse in judgment or a desire to confirm something, she impulsively stepped forward and grabbed his

hand.

“Orion, there’s just one last scene left. Shall we finish it today?”

Her delicate hand unexpectedly caught his fingers, as if clinging to something, making Orion frozen in place

He slowly turned his face towards her, his dark desires and intense possessiveness naked in his gaze

Xanthea shivered as she saw something in his eyes as if something had already been confirmed.

wasn’t enough.

with flickering eyes

a desperate attempt to save Prescott. Xanthea was clueless about

raised her trembling, delicate fingers to his suit jacket, hesitantly unbuttoning the first button, and just as she was about to explore his broad, tense muscles, a strong force pulled her fiercely

“Oh Onion”

need to even

how

was fierce, his eyes bloodshot, his gaze intensely affectionate,

on yourself,

bent down to capture her soft lips, his intense kisses landing on her

not

breathe, his seductive whispers in her ear and the fierce kisses on her neck made her moan uncontrollably, her eyes becoming increasingly hazy, her body responding to

“Orion.”

“Ding dong, ding–dong-

as she moaned, a jarring doorbell and a familiar voice echoed, “Xan, are you home? Open up,

Uncle?