My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 13

"Uh." Stumbling over her words, Xanthea hurriedly pulled a small white bottle from her pocket, "This is a special formula I got—a scar removal cream. Just apply it to the scar morning and night, and your skin will be good as new!"

Orion eyed the small bottle she was eagerly offering, and a flicker of doubt crossed his brow.

"The scar on your neck was my fault, and I've never apologized for all these years. Today, that stone is my way of making it up to you, and you don’t need to take off... uh."

She cut herself off, noticing the curious glances of the guests around them.

Orion’s gaze, however, was fixed on the bottle; he was unable to look away.

She remembered?

She had always remembered?

Glancing at the time, Xanthea unscrewed the cap, "Let me apply some now, see if it's as miraculous as the herbalist claimed."

The girl tiptoed; her enchanting face suddenly turned magnified in his eyes, causing him to involuntarily step back.

"No need, I'll do it myself."

He instinctively reached for the bottle but ended up holding her hand instead.

Xanthea looked down at their intertwined hands, feeling puzzled.

Orion, as if jolted by electricity, released her, but Xanthea promptly pushed him back into his seat, "Oh, come on, don’t reject my kindness, or I’ll feel guilty!"

"Xan!"

As Xanthea gently spread the scar removal cream on his scar, he subtly turned his head away. His impeccable profile tensed as sharply as a knife’s edge, and his skin from ear to neck blushed red as if scorched by fire; his body’s heat was palpable even to her light touch.

To the unaware, it would seem she was a flame herself.

Feeling his controlled breathing and reaction, Xanthea almost laughed. Was he always this shy?

Now, he was nothing like the ruthless, cold-hearted heir of the Lockwood Group rumored to kill without blinking an eye on rooftops.

"Such a good boy."

The more he restrained himself, the more Xanthea wanted to tease him.

She had her fingertips gently massage the skin; the touch, mixed with her teasing breath, lingered around his neck. He felt the warmth inside him suddenly surge, and his struggle to maintain composure tinged his dark pupils with a hint of red, and made his throat sore.