My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 170

Sunset Hills Estates, 3002

In the kitchen, Xanthea gently lifted the lid off the slow cooker, and a rich, tantalizing aroma immediately filled the air. Scooping up a spoonful of soup, she tasted it and smiled contentedly, "Mmm, delicious!"

Her cooking mentor was right—there are no bad dishes, only inattentive cooks.

This was definitely the best soup she had ever made!

*Ding—*

A text message alert sounded. She checked her phone and saw a message from Cedric.

[Ms. Nightshade, Mr. Lockwood is coming back to Sunset Hills Estates tonight.]

Orion was coming here?

Perfect, she guessed right!

A few minutes later, Xanthea, carrying a pot of soup, stood in front of 3001 and gathered her courage to ring the doorbell.

She had been misunderstanding him, resenting him, and had done many things that hurt him, even causing him to fall ill. He must despise her now. No matter what he said, even if it was harsh or hurtful, as long as he forgave her, she didn't mind.

*Ding Dong—*

*Ding Dong—*

*Ding Dong—*

The doorbell rang three times. Just as Xanthea thought he might not have returned yet, the door clicked open.

"Orion, you're back!"

As soon as Xanthea saw him, a radiant smile bloomed on her beautiful face, and her eyes sparkled with light.

Orion opened the door, only to be unexpectedly greeted by the beaming girl outside. A spark ignited in his somber eyes, lighting up the gloom that had shadowed them for days.

"Yes!"

She nodded solemnly, not yet disclosing her concern, but her nimble body swiftly squeezed through the narrow door gap, slipping under his arm.

It was better to get inside first, so as to avoid being shut out again!

She entered like a lively ray of sunshine, radiant and overwhelming, dispelling the chill and dazzlingly brightening the room.

Once inside, Xanthea set down the slow cooker, lifted the lid, and the rich, hearty aroma of the soup filled the room. She ladled a full bowl of soup, placed it on the table, and looked up at him with great anticipation.

"Orion, this is the soup I painstakingly researched all afternoon. I tried several methods and spent nearly four hours perfecting it. Come taste it and see if it suits your palate!"

Orion looked at her, who had her lips curved, and had dimples shallow; her eyes and brows were all adorned with bright smiles, just like that day at Lakeside Manor when she playfully tugged at his clothes asking to be picked up. Confusion swirled in his dim eyes—was the fever making him hallucinate?

He tightened his grip on the metal door handle until his veins stood out and his knuckles turned pale; his eyes narrowed as he focused intently on her.