My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

But why did Orion intercept these photos?

Starlight Media was a titan in the industry, renowned for its eagle–eyed PR department that missed nothing within the circle. Any whisper of news or exclusive scoops had to pass through its review before being released.

Could it be that Orion had specifically instructed someone to intercept all her “scandalous leaks“? Otherwise, how could the photos April took with so much effort not be published immediately, and instead fall into someone else’s hands, becoming leverage?

As she pondered, a sweet thrill fluttered in her heart, and she began to playfully roll around with the photos in hand.

“Xan, come have some late–night snacks.“”

Orion stepped out of the kitchen, seeing the girl rolling on the carpet like a kitten, corners of his eyes crinkling slightly, “Don’t lie on the floor, you’ll catch a cold.”

Xanthea scurried over, “It’s fine, there’s a carpet. But your carpet is short–piled; it’s a bit rough on the skin!”

“Alright, we’ll get a plush one tomorrow.”

Xanthea bit her lip. She had only made a casual remark. This was his room; why would he consider changing his carpet for her? © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Oh, I like the pure wool ones.”

Orion seemed to notice something and slowly lifted his head, and Xanthea quickly added, “Orion, thank

you.”

“Thank you?”

“For intercepting these photos. If they’d leaked online, all my recent efforts would have been for nothing. I could have been blasted out of the industry, not just failed to trend.”

“That won’t happen.”

“What do you mean ‘it won’t‘? Nowadays, people only believe what they see online, they don’t care about explanations.”

As she spoke, she noticed his slight pause and waved her hand, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about you. But what did you mean by saying anyone can but you can’t at the elevator door?”

Normally, wouldn’t someone confront her directly after seeing those photos? Why did he say something so add?

Orion’s eyes darkened, a shadow cast by his thick lashes.

Why had he spoken so carelessly?

“Everyone can disbelieve you, but I cannot.”

Xanthea: “Do you think I believe that?”

His gaze had been so intense, it felt like he could tear her apart–where was there even a hint of belief in her?

“If you really believed me, you wouldn’t have mentioned the “secret rendezvous with another man in the middle of the night,” or questioned whether I was being appropriate.”

Xanthea recalled his earlier words and was still a bit angry, especially about Matthew, “Matthew and I aren’t even engaged yet. He’s not necessarily my fiancé. Even if I did meet other men secretly, it wouldn’t be betraying him, right?”

She looked up, startled by his fierce, fiery gaze, “What did you say?”

“I, I said if you really believed me.”

“Matthew is not necessarily your fiancé?”

He spoke deliberately, his deep, resonant voice chiseling into her, eagerly awaiting her answer with great tension.

“Yeah, we haven’t had the engagement ceremony yet.”

“You don’t like him that much?”

Xanthea met his gaze and nodded, “Mhm.”

With her affirmative answer, Orion’s dark eyes seemed as if a vast chasm had been torn open within, abruptly revealing a whirlwind of complex and intense emotions that Xanthea couldn’t decipher.