My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

There lingered a tension–filled aura of ambiguity in the air. A hidden truth was about to burst out.

Xanthea’s cheeks were flushed, her heart pounding like thunder. She should have followed his suggestion, grabbed the script, and left.

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But whether it was a sudden lapse in judgment or a desire to confirm something, she impulsively stepped forward and grabbed his

hand.

“Orion, there’s just one last scene left. Shall we finish it today?”

Her delicate hand unexpectedly caught his fingers, as if clinging to something, making Orion frozen in place

He slowly turned his face towards her, his dark desires and intense possessiveness naked in his gaze Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Xanthea shivered as she saw something in his eyes as if something had already been confirmed.

But that wasn’t enough.

Suppressing her racing heart, she looked at him with flickering eyes and said calmly, “Let’s start”

In the final romantic scene between Phoenix and Maximus, Phoenix seduced Maximus in a desperate attempt to save Prescott. Xanthea was clueless about how to seduce a man, so she just followed the sparse instructions in the script and slowly walked towards Orion.

She lowered her head slightly, her lush lashes fluttering as she bit her rosy lips, and her cheeks flushed embarrassingly red. She raised her trembling, delicate fingers to his suit jacket, hesitantly unbuttoning the first button, and just as she was about to explore his broad, tense muscles, a strong force pulled her fiercely into his embrace.

“Oh Onion”

No need to even seduce him.

She didn’t realize how provocative she looked…

Onion’s expression was fierce, his eyes bloodshot, his gaze intensely affectionate, which startled Xanthea.

You brought this on yourself, little temptress.

Completely overtaken by desire, Orion bent down to capture her soft lips, his intense kisses landing on her tender and sensitive neck. “Xan, Xan, oh, my Xan.”

Caught up in his passion, he called out her name, not Phoenix’s, and that confirmed Xanthea’s suspicions. Her eyes sparkled immdiately.

He held her tightly, making it hard for her to breathe, his seductive whispers in her ear and the fierce kisses on her neck made her moan uncontrollably, her eyes becoming increasingly hazy, her body responding to him.

“Orion.”

“Ding dong, ding–dong-

Just as she moaned, a jarring doorbell and a familiar voice echoed, “Xan, are you home? Open up, it’s Uncle!”

Uncle?

Uncle!

It took Xanthea a moment to react. She then snapped out of her trance and started forcefully slapping the man on top of her. “Orion, Onion, stop, stop, my uncle is here!”

She slapped him several times and finally bit his shoulder to bring him back to his senses.

“He’s at Room 3002”

Orion’s eyes, still clouded with lust, leaned in to kiss her again, but Xanthea firmly covered his mouth.

“Even so..”

“Ding, ding-

Her phone on the table suddenly rang. Xanthea’s eyes widened and glanced towards the door, afraid that Oliver Lopez could hear through the door that her phone was ringing in Room 3001

“Let go of me!”