My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 138
Summary for Chapter 138: My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace
About My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace - Chapter 138
My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace is the best current series by the author Candice Bishop. The Chapter 138 content below will immerse us in a world of love and hatred, where characters use every trick to achieve their goals without concern for the other half—only to regret it later. Please read chapter Chapter 138 and stay updated with the next chapters of this series at nisfree.com.
"A black one."
Orion placed the iris in front of her.
A faint, familiar scent wafted into her nostrils, cutting off Xanthea's miserable screams abruptly as she slowly opened her eyes to indeed see a black iris before her.
The flower had six petals, shaped like an orchid, and its green leaves were narrow yet sharp, swaying passionately in the thick night breeze. It added an endless allure to its already captivating presence, drawing Xanthea's mind into a whirl of fascination.
Xanthea stared at the iris, lost in its beauty, "It's so beautiful."
Orion, too, was mesmerized, "Yeah."
"I can't believe they actually have irises here!"
"Ms. Nightshade, do you know the language of black irises?"
"Of course!"
Proudly sniffing the iris, Xanthea boasted, "I'm a fervent iris aficionado! Among all varieties, black is not only rare but its symbolism is most unique."
As she spoke, she suddenly noticed a milky white snake coiled around an apple blossom branch, raising its head and peeking at them. Its green eyes emitted a terrifying glow in the dark night, instantly turning her face pale.
"Ahhh! A snake, there's a snake!"
"Orion, let's get out of here! Please, I'm really scared, can we go, please?"
"Let's go."
Xanthea, frightened, threw the iris aside and burrowed into his arms like a startled cub, her voice trembling. She started to whimper, clearly her mental defenses collapsing.
Orion, hearing her pitiful sobs, frowned with deep guilt.
"Okay."
"Don't be afraid, it's alright now."
Thank goodness!
She was finally safe again!
"Put, me, down."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, her voice calm but deliberate.
But as soon as Orion set her down, she pushed him away, wiping away a tear that hung pitifully at the corner of her eye, her brows furrowing fiercely, transforming from a pitiful little fox into a fierce tigress.
"Orion, you deceitful, shameless, opportunistic, petty trickster! How dare you trick me like that."
She was so angry she couldn't speak clearly, but Orion, visibly delighted, casually praised, "Ms. Nightshade, what eloquence."
His teasing demeanor seemed to say: Even so, what can you do about it? Aren't you still at my mercy?
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