My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 492

Just a few days before heading to Brightwood, a little incident unfolded.

Xanthea was representing Fred and his team at a business event whèn, halfway through, her stomach started acting up, making her feel

nauseous.

Eloise, seeing her distress, gasped, “Xan, you’re not pregnant, are you?”

“What?”

“OMG, am I going to be a godmother at such a young age?”

“How could I?”

Before she could finish her sentence, Eloise had dragged her off to the hospital.

“Eloise, let go of me, it’s impossible.”

Orion had always been meticulous with protection, almost obsessively so, as if he were terrified of her getting pregnant.

“But it’s better to check, just in case, right?”

Adopting a better–safe–than–sorry approach, the doctor confirmed it was just food poisoning.

Xanthea: “Told you it wasn’t possible. Must’ve been the not–so–fresh fruit.”

“B–but,” Eloise stuttered guiltily, “I thought you were pregnant and kind of spread the word.”

“What? You blabbermouth, do you have any idea the trouble you’ve caused.”

She was cut off by Orion, who arrived in a panic, gripping her arm with concern, scanning her up and down with a worried frown.

don’t worry. I’m fine, not pregnant, just had something bad to eat. I’m

hearing her, he visibly relaxed, pulling her into a tight hug as if to

be even more careful from now on, I promise there won’t be any surprises.”

does that sound so dodgy?

jokes about not wanting kids and playing around with her forever were just that, jokes. But now, it

liked the idea

a tearful Xanthea, her cheeks flushed

“Honey~”

neck, her eyes soft and inviting, “Why don’t you

time to

anyone else taking a bit of your energy or love; it has to be all for me.”

a child that’s uniquely ours, a blend of us both, a testament to our

along with her alluring posture struck a nerve in Orion.

eyes sparked with a wild fervor as he pinned her down again, his voice hoarse, almost growling.

“You little siren!”

that be

talk about it in ten

too long, let me go

Brightwood, at the observatory.

as if she could reach out and touch them, immersed in

“It’s so beautiful~”

which

and Orion knew them

Great Square of

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Chapter 492

next to

“Andromeda.”

that looks like a cross?”