My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 121

Back then, Cedric didn't understand why Orion was so enamored with Xanthea, utterly captivated by her.

Today, having witnessed their intimate, flirtatious exchanges, seemingly oblivious to the world around them, Cedric finally got it.

Although Cedric had been by Orion's side for years, he'd never seen Orion like this.

With Xanthea, Orion seemed alive, vibrant and splendid, joking, feeling jealous, getting angry, and even doing some domineering yet childish things. He truly behaved like a twenty-year-old young man hopelessly in love.

It was not like the usual decisive, fearsome chairman of Twin Towers, nor the cold, workaholic head of the Lockwood Group, who usually exuded a maturity and chill beyond his peers.

Xanthea brought out a side of Orion that seemed so unlike him, yet perhaps it was his most genuine and joyful self. So often, it seemed Orion couldn't control himself, falling deeper willingly, right?

If only Xanthea didn't have someone she loved, if only there wasn't a Matthew.

Xanthea initially closed her eyes simply because she didn't want to see Orion.

But whether it was the comfort of the seat, or the pain in her arm slowly fading, as soon as her eyelids shut, a wave of exhaustion from being chased by fans and arguing with Orion overwhelmed her, swiftly carrying her into slumber.

"Hmm."

In her sleep, Xanthea felt as if she were outdoors, stalked by a ravenous wolf, its eyes locked on her, ready to pounce and tear her apart any second, which made her let out a small yelp.

That sound, like a sudden alarm, jolted Orion who was so close to her.

Orion was about to pull away, but just then, Xanthea slipped directly into his arms. As if fearing she would fall, she tightly clutched around his waist, her nose rubbing against his firm abs. She murmured discontentedly in her sleep, "Kitty, you're so hard today."