My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

At first, Kevin thought Mr. Lockwood and Xan were just close friends, at most in romantic ambiguity or courtship. But it turned out they’re way more intimate than that.

Visiting the set, using affectionate nicknames, and making homemade food? -Xan is definitely Mr. Lockwood’s girl!

Xanthea was just puzzled when she heard Orion’s words.

Keeping her up so late, they were rehearsing last night; what he said was misleading!

“It’s okay.”

“Is your wrist alright?”

Before she could finish, Orion set down the gift box and naturally took her wrist to check it carefully.

His warm palm felt like it had current, making Xanthea instinctively jerk her hand back, “N–no, it’s fine.”

“I’m sorry.”

Orion looked at her smooth, unblemished wrist, his eyes filled with deep remorse, “I won’t be so rough next time.”

Xanthea: “???”

Kevin: “!!!” Mr. Lockwood, are you sure you can openly say that? Or should he leave you two to it?!

“This is some clothing I bought for you.”

Orion picked up a nearby gift bag and handed it to her.

“Why did you buy me clothes?”

Xanthea took it, puzzled. Before she could open it, she heard him say, tore up the one you wore last night. This one’s to compensate

it.”

Xanthea’s hand shook, and the bag was nearly dropped onto the floor.

She slowly looked up at his serene and innocent look. If not for his overly casual tone, she might have suspected he did it on purpose. The man was a master of puns and metaphors.

Suddenly, Kevin coughed awkwardly and pointed outside, “Um, I still have scenes to shoot, so I’ll leave first!”

“Oh, director.”

Xanthea saw his expression; it was clearly that Kevin misunderstood them, and it was no use for her to explain.

Kevin quickly left the dressing room.

Tore up the one you wore last night!

Mr. Lockwood was really virile and potent! And Xan still managed to film after those intense ‘activities“- One’s got to admire the professionalism of the youth these days.

“You can go over the script later, let’s first eat.” Orion turned to Benjamin; there was a light smile in his eyes, “Mr. Jones, you’re welcome to join us if you don’t mind.”

By that moment, Benjamin’s face had turned extremely grim..

The two men’s gazes met in the air. There was a silent, intense clash that felt as taut as a string about to snap.

Xanthea opened the food box and found an array of delights. She warmly invited Benjamin, “Ben, join us.”

Before she could finish, she caught Orion’s sharp gaze and choked midway.

Orion didn’t want Ben to eat these? All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Ben!”

Outside, an assistant rushed in calling for Benjamin, “The assistant director asked me to fetch you. There’s a scene from this morning

that needs a reshoot.”

“Got it.” Benjamin relaxed his clenched fists, and his expression returned to normal, “No need, thanks for your kind offer, Mr. Lockwood.”

He walked out of the dressing room, paused at the door to turn back and tenderly advised Xanthea, “It’s hot these days, remember to drink more water.”

Xanthea replied: “Mhm.”

Orion’s gaze slowly shifted back, landing on the TASTE couple’s mugs beside Xanthea.