My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 217

It took him a moment before he finally smiled and stood up, heading towards the bathroom.

Xanthea was startled by his indescribable, eerie smile.

As she watched his retreating figure, she couldn’t help but recall his reaction when she invited him to her engagement ceremony in Willowdale. Back then, he seemed to have suffered a devastating blow, but now he radiated an unbelievable joy.

“Orion, what’s going on?”

She hurried after him, only to see a closed door and the sound of running water inside.

The cold water drenched his hair, streaming down his well-defined face and onto his broad chest, soaking through his suit and tingling every nerve and cell in his body.

It was true.

Everything was real, not an illusion.

He had always thought Xan loved Matthew with all her life, which is why from their childhood days, she was always glued to him, sharing every sorrow and joy of her life with him, all the thoughtfully planned surprises and gifts were prepared for him alone, and she would shield him from any danger without a second thought.

So he never dared get close to her, never dared hope she would even glance his way.

But now she was telling him, she didn’t care for Matthew as much as he thought!

“Bang—”

He struck the wall with a heavy punch, stirring up a spray of water droplets.

Extreme regret and joy intertwined, leaving him overwhelmed by his emotions. If only he had known earlier.

Hearing the loud noise, Xanthea grew anxious. She pressed her ear against the bathroom door, “Orion, are you alright? Did you fall?”

On the misty mirror, he wiped away the water droplets, revealing a face that had completely torn off its disguise and restraint.

From now on, Xan would be his and his alone.

“Orion, if you don’t come out soon, I’ll just go in.”

Xanthea, becoming anxious, was about to open the door when Orion came out.

He had changed into a brand-new white suit, looking fresh and refined, with no hint of anything amiss, except for his slightly damp hair.

“Did you take a shower?”

Why would he suddenly take a shower while eating? And why the impeccable dress-up at home?

It was the first time she saw him in a white suit, and it was somewhat captivating, like a noble prince from an ancient castle, stunningly handsome.

Unconsciously, Xanthea swallowed.

“Yeah, got a bit of kitchen grease on me.”