My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 371

Xanthea, now in the clutches of the “wolf,” ate the seafood soup he had cooled and fed to her, feeling that he was becoming increasingly clingy

“Orion, I’ve got a question for you”

“What is it?”

“When did you start liking me?”

Onion paused for a moment, gently s

stirring the chowder with the spoon. “What do you think, Xannie?”

If she was without the knowledge of their past lives, she would’ve guessed it was during the rehearsals, perhaps falling for her through acting as Maximus

But in their past life, where he went to the extremes of grave digging, killed Matthew and Miranda, and even committed suicide, she had always assumed there was another reason, as they were not that familiar with each other

Yet now, pondering over it, she couldn’t help but wonder if he liked her all along.

of Illusions for her, silently investigated the real culprit behind the explosion incident,

a mountain full of irises seemed far–fetched to her because, although irises thrive in sunlight, they shy away from the heat, requiring soil moisture levels to be maintained at 70% to survive. Planting them on an arid, hot mountain would demand an immense amount of manpower, resources, and effort, not to mention the care for such rare and delicate varieties. If someone could accomplish that what couldn’t they

my coming–of–age

at first sight, coupled with her heroism, that sparked

have been three years ago, right? When I was surrounded by those thugs?”

That seemed unlikely.

But then again, it was the prime time for a teenage crush, especially

“No, it wasn’t

was even more surprised. “Then, when was

eyelashes flickering with a serious light. “If I said it was when I was five, would you believe me?”

Not a chance!

you’re joking with me? If that’s true,

Oh well

was, by all

have thought about

Orion glanced at the caller ID and set down his spoon. “Babe, I need to take this call,”

“Sure.”

for a business conversation, and Xanthea listened for a bit but soon lost interest. Scooping up a spoonful of chowder,

of passion, her phone had rung. She remembered she had promised Director Smith to attend the wrap–up celebration but hadn’t shown up. Just as she was about to answer the call, Onion snatched the phone away and

was louder than any of her

phone stuck at the bottom of the