My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace
Chapter 151

Chapter 151 

What on earth happened last night? Why couldn’t she remember a thing? Why? 

As Xanthea was about to cry from anxiety, a sudden knock came at the door. 

“Who is it?!” She cautiously hugged a nearby vase and asked. 

Could it be the rapist at this hour? 

“Ms. Nightshade, it’s me! Breakfast’s ready, and the boss sent me to wake you up and bring you some fresh clothes.” 

Cedric’s voice came from outside, and Xanthea breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the door and quickly yanked him inside. 

“Whoa!” Cedric was startled, staring at her anxious face in surprise, “Ms. Nightshade, what’s going on?” 

Xanthea looked at him seriously, “Cedric, I need to ask you some questions, and you must answer me truthfully, every single word!” 

“Alright, alright,” Cedric nodded. 

“What happened after I got drunk last night?” 

“You don’t remember anything?” 

Even though he knew the answer, Cedric still pretended to be surprised. 

“Uh–huh, I always blackout when I drink; it’s not the first time.” 

“I see.” Cedric’s eyes darted around, “Well, I don’t know everything, Ms. Nightshade. What exactly do you want to know?” 

“I…um…” 

Xanthea was too embarrassed to voice her suspicions directly; fiddling with her pajamas, she asked, “Who changed my clothes?” 

“Wilma, a housemaid from the Marlowe family.” 

A housemaid? 

“Really?” 

“Yes, I saw her carrying that fairy–like dress out of the room myself. You can ask her if you don’t believe 

me.” 

Xanthea continued, “And these weird marks on my neck? They weren’t there yesterday!” 

“Those marks, well…” 

abit 

Cedric looked a bit discomforted, which made her even more anxious, “Just tell me! Did someone… 

“You got into a scuffle with Ms. Marlowe while drunk,” Cedric interrupted her, and Xanthea was stunned on spot. 

What? Marks from fighting with Queenie? 

So that was it! Her first reaction wasn’t anger at being hit, but sheer relief that nothing worse had 

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happened. 

“And my phone, did she smash it too?” 

“Yes, exactly!” 

“Thank goodness, I was so scared.” 

She held her forehead and exhaled deeply, her high–strung nerves finally calming down. 

Cedric also secretly let out a sigh of relief. After years in the working world, he hadn’t learned much, but he’d mastered the art of telling white lies, although this was the first time he covered for his boss like this. “It’s okay. I’m done asking.” Xanthea started, but then she sensed something different, her nerves tensing again, “You’re not lying to me, are you?” 

“Of course not!” Cedric looked earnest, “Why would I lie to you, Ms. Nightshade? What would I gain from 

that?” 

Obviously, he might get a promotion, a raise, or even a year–end bonus for being the boss‘ most trusted assistant! 

He added that thought silently to himself. 

Xanthea asked, “Then why is there a musky scent in this room?” 

“Musky?” 

Although she was being subtle, Cedric, being a sharp man, immediately understood. Ms. Nightshade was referring to the scent of a man’s semen. 

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“How could that be? I don’t smell anything. The air is clearly filled with the scent of irises. Ms. Nightshade, could your sense of smell be off?” 

“Impossible” Xanthea denied flatly, “I’ve had a keen sense of smell since I was young, capable of distinguishing even the most complex and subtle scents. Do you think I just guessed that jade last time?” At her insistence, Cedric panicked immediately. 

The boss had spent the night in Ms. Nightshade’s room and only left at dawn. If the air truly had a musky, scent as Ms. Nightshade claimed, could the boss have really done something to her? 

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