My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace
CHAPTER 415

Chapter 415 

How did this happen? How could it be such a coincidence. 

A wave of regret and guilt surged up in Xanthea’s heart. 

Leonard patted her shoulder, “Alright, don’t blame yourself too much. After all, you didn’t know. But seriously, don’t joke about stuff like that with Orion again. If something actually happened to you, he…” 

He wouldn’t survive either. 

“Orion.” 

“Stop knocking, let him cool down. He’ll be fine in a while.” 

“Alright.” 

“Housekeeper, could someone clean up the hall?” 

Xanthea had thought Orion would be fine after a little while, but half an hour, an hour, two hours passed and there was still no sound from his study. 

In the past, no matter how angry he was, he would just scold her a bit. This time he was completely ignoring her, which showed just how serious it was. 

She wanted to knock on the door, but hesitated, thinking that seeing her might only make him angrier. Maybe it was best to wait until he calmed down. 

Bored and anxious, Xanthea wandered between the living room, the gym, the home theater, and the balcony, eventually finding herself in the storage room. 

In the storage room, the safe that Seb had left was lying askew. She went over to straighten it and accidentally found another box behind it. Opening it, she saw her knife. 

She had only seen this knife twice since losing it at age four, once when he used it to pry open her grave and slit his throat on the Twin Towers rooftop, and another time in Adventure Blitz: Two Days, One Night, when he used it to scale a fish for her. 

Now, it was cleaned and polished, resting in an expensive mahogany box, cushioned by high–quality silk, treasured like a precious gem. Because of their past lives and the history he was reluctant to discuss, she had never asked why he had the knife or why he cherished it so much. Now, seeing it again made her even more curious. 

She picked up the knife and unsheathed it. Distracted, she accidentally nicked her fingertip. 

She didn’t mind much, simply sucking on it and gently turning the blade over. To her surprise, she found a fresh engraving on the back of the blade–O.L. (Orion Lockwood), perfectly matching the “X.N.” Her grip on the handle tightened. 

He even wanted his name to be right next to hers. 

She sat on the floor, staring at the knife, staring at the knife in a daze. She didn’t know how long she sat there, but xhaustion from the day’s events suddenly overwhelmed her. After sheathing the knife, she fell into a deep sleep. 

The ancient military knife, with a trace of a young girl’s crimson blood on its shiny blade, gleamed like the blood the man had used to slit his throat in her past life. The eerie red light reflected on the girl’s sleeping lashes, wrapping her into a dream of past lives. 

Fifteen years ago. 

In the western areas of Crestwood, at the Serene Retreat House, the Lockwood family mansion. 

“Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday to you~” 

“Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday to you 

In the living room, a dozen servants and bodyguards surrounded around a cute basketball cake and a little boy, singing the birthday song cheerfully. 

Under the splendid crystal chandelier, the boy’s delicate face was illuminated. His soft, dark hair was topped with a sparkling crown, and his black lashes fluttered, casting beautiful shadows on his fair cheeks, making him look like a truly noble and beautiful little prince. 

Young master, just be patient for a little bit longer. Once Sir and Madam return, you can blow out the candles and make a wish!” 

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