My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 302

“I don’t even know when it started. Maybe it was during those days you helped me rehearse my scenes, maybe it was that night at the Marlowe family’s house, or perhaps it was when you made me the first meal, or maybe it was on my coming–of–age day when I looked at you for the first time and felt drawn to you.

The point is, I love you, I really love you so much. It’s all my fault for being too slow to recognize my feelings, for not telling you sooner, which led to me hurting you over and over again. I’m sorry, truly sorry…”

“Orion, please don’t go, okay?”

“I was wrong, I truly was. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

Xanthea hugged her knees, burying her face in sorrow and crying, unaware that the elevator numbers remained unchanged after the doors closed.

“Ding-”

As her last word fell, the elevator doors slowly opened again.

Inside, a man looked down at her with eyes full of unrealistic doubts and an almost frenzied intensity.

Was all of this true?

Not a delusion born from his excessive longing and desperate desire?

Xan, did she like him

thank

Jacob, hearing

for the

sound, Xanthea slowly lifted her tear–stained face, and upon seeing

at him so pitifully she seemed like a drenched kitten begging to be taken home.

she was pulled into a fierce embrace by the man who rushed out of the elevator, as if he needed

his

to

merge her into

to find

him, his Xan love him.

and nights, and now, this

is this

her damp hair, his

“Mm–hmm.”

to me this

“No, never again.”