My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

“Uh.” Stumbling over her words, Xanthea hurriedly pulled a small white bottle from her pocket, “This is a special formula I got a scar removal cream. Just apply it to the scar morning and night, and your skin will be good as new!”

Orion eyed the small bottle she was eagerly offering, and a flicker of doubt crossed his brow.

“The scar on your neck was my fault, and I’ve never apologized for all these years. Today, that stone is my way of making it up to you, and you don’t need to take off… uh.”

She cut herself off, noticing the curious glances of the guests around them.

Orion’s gaze, however, was fixed on the bottle; he was unable to look away.

She remembered?

She had always remembered?

Glancing at the time, Xanthea unscrewed the cap, “Let me apply some now, see if it’s as miraculous as the herbalist claimed.”

The girl tiptoed; her enchanting face suddenly turned magnified in his eyes, causing him to involuntarily step back.

“No need, I’ll do it myself.”

He instinctively reached for the bottle but ended up holding her hand instead. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Xanthea looked down at their intertwined hands, feeling puzzled.

Orion, as if jolted by electricity, released her, but Xanthea promptly pushed him back into his seat, “Oh, come on, don’t reject my kindness, or I’ll feel guilty!”

“Xan!”

Ethan and Samuel exchanged surprised glances at Xanthea and Orion’s intimate behav while Cedric paced anxiously nearby.

Every second was crucial in the competition to succeed the Lockwood Group, and here was the CEO, getting ointment applied by Ms. Nightshade in the middle of a party.

The crowd at the banquet murmured among themselves; the men were envying and the women turned green with jealousy.

“Rumor had it that the Lockwood Group’s prince was a loner, uninterested-in women, but that seems false now, doesn’t it?”

“With Ms. Nightshade’s breathtaking beauty, no man could resist, Mr. Lockwood included

“I’m furious! I tried everything to get a word with Mr. Lockwood today, and here Ms. Nightshade manages to get hands-on!”

“Even the recognized beauties of the entertainment industry have fallen before Mr. Lockwood without a second glance. What chance do you think you had? I bet Ms. Nightshade’s boldness comes from that rare amethyst she flaunted.”

“Yeah, she’s just lucky, otherwise why would Mr. Lockwood even notice her!”

As Xanthea gently spread the scar removal cream on his scar, he subtly turned his head away. His impeccable profile tensed as sharply as a knife’s edge, and his skin from ear to neck blushed red as if scorched by fire; his body’s heat was palpable even to her light. touch.

To the unaware, it would seem she was a flame herself.

Feeling his controlled breathing and reaction, Xanthea almost laughed. Was he always this shy?

Now, he was nothing like the ruthless, cold-hearted heir of the Lockwood Group rumored to kill without blinking an eye on rooftops.

“Such a good boy.”

The more he restrained himself, the more Xanthea wanted to tease him.

She had her fingertips gently massage the skin; the touch, mixed with her teasing breath, lingered around his neck. He felt the warmth inside him suddenly surge, and his struggle to maintain composure tinged his dark pupils with a hint of red, and made his throat sore.