My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 446

Orion had secretly adored Xanthea for fourteen long years. Even on Xanthea’s coming–of–age ceremony, Orion couldn’t resist finding an excuse to attend. He didn’t want to miss the most important moment of her life.

Amidst the crowd, the young woman radiated an enchanting beauty in her shimmering sequin gown, her thick, wavy hair cascading down her back like seaweed, her figure outlined by the dress’s delicate straps. Her smile, bright and inviting under the sunlight, made her resemble a dazzling mermaid, captivating everyone’s gaze.

His once pure angel had transformed into a mesmerizing nymph. Every smile, every movement was as captivating as poppies, making him dizzy with infatuation.

He stood in a dim comer, quietly observing as she cut the cake, danced with friends, delivered a speech, and then, a bit tipsy from drinking, run alone to chased butterflies in the garden.

“Little butterfly, don’t run! Don’t run, little butterfly!”

“Little butterfly, I’m Xan, what’s your name?”

tilting her head in a confused yet utterly adorable manner that brought a smile to his face, reminding him of her childhood innocence, so endearing he wanted

the next moment, she fell

“Xannie, be careful!”

the water and

clung to him, her eyes briefly meeting his with

he couldn’t stop himself. He kept kissing her, savoring her sweetness, lost in an unparalleled happiness, until she opened her

awoke,

presence, caring for her with dedication

of affection and familiarity for her “Matt” something always felt off. She realized she was drawn not

figure sitting on the steps in the rain, remembered singing a song for him that he liked, remembered how happy

he rescued her from the lake that a strong sense of familiarity confirmed her

one she had