My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 101

After a while of listening, Xanthea knocked on the office door during a brief pause.

“Hello, is Mr. Lopez here?”

Benjamin Jones was deeply immersed in practicing his Russian when a knock at the door interrupted him, his eyebrows lifted in slight irritation. However, his expression softened as he caught sight of the young woman at the door.

The girl stood in the entrance of the hallway, her soft, honey-blonde curls gently lifted by the breeze, draping a few strands over her excessively long and curled eyelashes.

She brushed them aside with her hand, her skin as delicate and pale as the finest ivory, her brows finely arched and her eyes, bright and star-like, shimmered like a radiant galaxy, so captivating it was hard to look away.

Was this Xanthea?

She was even more stunning in person than on TV.

He stared a bit too long before hurriedly setting down his script and standing up to greet her with a smile, “Hello, Ms. Nightshade, nice to meet you.”

He knew her?

Xanthea looked at him with a hint of surprise, “Hello, and you are?”

“You don’t know me?”

Benjamin paused, then found it somewhat amusing.

Since his debut at the age of ten, it was the first time someone had said they didn’t recognize him. This rare and fresh feeling was both novel and amusing.

Her pinpoint accuracy in identifying his weaknesses stunned Benjamin. She had only heard him from outside for a short while but could keenly identify the issue. She definitely understood more than just a little.

“Indeed, I’ve been learning Russian for a while but still can’t roll my Rs properly. It’s quite embarrassing. If Ms. Nightshade doesn’t mind, I’d appreciate any advice.”

“It’s not about giving advice; I can share some tips with you.”

As she read in Russian, the delivery was good, and the pace and emotion were just right – even a level that would impress professional interpreters. Yet she had modestly claimed to only understand a little.

Surprisingly, she seemed no older than 16 or 17, yet possessed such high linguistic talent and knowledge, remaining humble and unassuming. This set her apart from all the high-society debutantes he had met, who seemed to flaunt even the most trivial achievements as though they were of great importance.

Benjamin’s gaze on her shifted from initial superficial appreciation to something deeper.