My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 151

What on earth happened last night? Why couldn’t she remember a thing? Why?

As Xanthea was about to cry from anxiety, a sudden knock came at the door.

“Who is it?!” She cautiously hugged a nearby vase and asked.

Could it be the rapist at this hour?

“Ms. Nightshade, it’s me! Breakfast’s ready, and the boss sent me to wake you up and bring you some fresh clothes.”

Cedric’s voice came from outside, and Xanthea breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the door and quickly yanked him inside.

“Whoa!” Cedric was startled, staring at her anxious face in surprise, “Ms. Nightshade, what’s going on?”

Xanthea looked at him seriously, “Cedric, I need to ask you some questions, and you must answer me truthfully, every single word!”

“Alright, alright,” Cedric nodded.

“What happened after I got drunk last night?”

“You don’t remember anything?”

Even though he knew the answer, Cedric still pretended to be surprised.

“Uh-huh, I always blackout when I drink; it’s not the first time.”

“I see.” Cedric’s eyes darted around, “Well, I don’t know everything, Ms. Nightshade. What exactly do you want to know?”

“I…um…”

Xanthea was too embarrassed to voice her suspicions directly; fiddling with her pajamas, she asked, “Who changed my clothes?”

“Wilma, a housemaid from the Marlowe family.”

A housemaid?

“Really?”

“Yes, I saw her carrying that fairy-like dress out of the room myself. You can ask her if you don’t believe me.”

Xanthea continued, “And these weird marks on my neck? They weren’t there yesterday!”

“Of course not!” Cedric looked earnest, “Why would I lie to you, Ms. Nightshade? What would I gain from that?”

Obviously, he might get a promotion, a raise, or even a year-end bonus for being the boss' most trusted assistant!

He added that thought silently to himself.

Xanthea asked, “Then why is there a musky scent in this room?”

“Musky?”

Although she was being subtle, Cedric, being a sharp man, immediately understood. Ms. Nightshade was referring to the scent of a man’s semen.

“How could that be? I don’t smell anything. The air is clearly filled with the scent of irises. Ms. Nightshade, could your sense of smell be off?”

“Impossible!” Xanthea denied flatly, “I’ve had a keen sense of smell since I was young, capable of distinguishing even the most complex and subtle scents. Do you think I just guessed that jade last time?”

At her insistence, Cedric panicked immediately.

The boss had spent the night in Ms. Nightshade’s room and only left at dawn. If the air truly had a musky scent as Ms. Nightshade claimed, could the boss have really done something to her?