My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace
Chapter 150

Chapter 150 

Orion stared at the girl intensely, his eyes shimmering with a fiery blaze as if he was hell–bent on devouring her whole in the fire. Until a flush of red crept up his cheeks, his heavy growl dissolved into the long night. After a while, he tenderly and meticulously wiped the hem of her fairy–like dress and glanced at his hand blandly before heading toward the bathroom. 

“No! Please no, don’t come any closer! There are snakes, so many snakes! Help me, Mom, Dad, help me!” 

When Orion returned to the room, he found the girl thrashing in the throes of a nightmare, her hands flailing as if to ward off something. 

“Xan?” 

He approached her, and saw the sweat and terror on her face; brows furrowed slightly, he turned to grab a towel. 

Unexpectedly, she grabbed his wrist immediately. 

“Don’t go; don’t leave!” 

“I’m not leaving, just grabbing something: I’ll be right bac 

“Don’t go.” 

She kept muttering in fear, as if afraid he’d never return, her voice filled with frightened whimpers, “Dad.” The girl’s trembling, sultry call of “dad” jolted Orion as if he’d been electrocuted, freezing him in place. He narrowed his eyes, looking at the girl whose lips slightly parted, face wearing an expression as if she was begging for reassurance, “What did you just call me?” 

“Dad.” 

Little temptress, was she really trying to torment him to death? Orion closed his eyes, and gently kissed her forehead to comfort her, “It’s okay, everything’s okay now. There, there, no need to be scared anymore. I’m right here with you; you’re my beloved treasure.” 

As the face of the girl on the bed relaxed and her breathing evened out into deep sleep, Orion gently held her hand and sat on the carpet beside the bed, placing a dark iris beside her pillow. 

“Xan,” he murmured, “do you know the meaning of the black iris?” 

In the darkness, his gaze upon her was as deep and intense as the night itself, filled with tenderness that could drown one in its deep affection. 

– 

Secret admiration, desperate love. 

-My rare find, not to be kept, not to be had, 

If only time could stop at this moment, forever paused here. Eyes closed, he sighed deeply, kissing her 

hand. 

“Ugh, it hurts.” 

As morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting patterns across the curvaceous form of the girl in the large bed, Xánthea grimaced slightly, and then slowly sat up with a painful expression, clutching 

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Chapter 150 

her head. It hurt so much, and her body, too, seemed as if as if it had been trampled. 

Was this the aftermath of a hangover? She slowly opened her eyes, and upon seeing the unfamiliar brand new nightgown on her, her mind went blank 

Beside the bed, a fresh black iris stood in a vase, and on the dresser lay a phone. She delicately picked up the battered, broken device, examining it for a long moment before her expression twisted in realization. This was her phone?! 

“Who the hell smashed my phone?!” 

Angry, she jumped out of bed, clutching the phone, ready to storm out, but stopped abruptly at the sight in the dressing mirror. 

Reflected clearly, she saw the slightly open collar of her nightgown revealing a couple of suspicious red marks along her neck and collarbone, which looked like hickeys?! 

Nightgown, hickeys, a sore body, a smashed phone, and a faint scent of musk lingering in the air. In an instant, Xanthea’s face turned pale, and her mind uncontrollably conjured a horrifying scenario. 

Had she been taken advantage of last night after getting drunk? The broken phone could be a result of a failed struggle! 

Although her body felt terrible, apart from the headache and the weakness in her limbs, there was no other sensation, especially no pain down there. According to her knowledge of physiology, was it possible? 

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