My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 31

The prototype is really him!

Matthew laughed, looking at her with reluctance to turn away.

Samuel watched Xanthea's bright but fleeting smile, feeling a hint of hypocrisy inexplicably, reminiscent of how he used to dismiss those frivolous things outside, wondering if his sister who had been infatuated for years had now turned into a heartbreaker!

Christopher also sensed something from the gaze of the two, as it used to be Xan looking at Matthew with stars in her eyes, now it seemed to have reversed.

Xanthea felt disgusted by Matthew's constant gaze on her, she could barely finish her meal, and just as she was about to put down her cutlery, she glanced at Miranda and then at Matthew, suddenly hatching a plan.

Her entry into The Masked Singer upset Matthew and Miranda's plans to spend intimate time together, resulting in her not capturing anything on camera, wasting her efforts for nothing, and being taken advantage of by Orion Lockwood!

Since that's the case, why couldn't she create another opportunity to get them back together and take a photo as a keepsake?

"Mirry, although I didn't intend to join The Masked Singer this time, it was indeed wrong of me not to tell you in advance. How about I take you out for a trip in a few days to make it up to you?"

"No need."

Xanthea held her hand, looking guilty, "Are you still unwilling to forgive me?"

Miranda looked at her, almost grinding her teeth in frustration, but she couldn't refuse in front of everyone, "Then let's listen to you."

Xanthea smiled and looked at Matthew, "Then Matt, the three of us should go together. Didn't you buy tickets to Willowdale last time?"

"Sure! Let's go with Xan's plan!"

Ethan Nightshade and Samuel were unhappy, "We want to go too."

"Well, there aren't enough tickets. Let's go together next time!"

On the flight to Willowdale, in the first-class cabin, Xanthea took her ticket and sat down next to a stranger, then turned around and enthusiastically waved at Matthew and Miranda, "Matt, Mirry, come sit here!"

Matthew looked at the seat, puzzled, "Xan, aren't you sitting with me?"

Miranda also looked at her strangely; the first-class seats on the plane were paired together, and they bought three tickets, so the single seat was obviously hers, but Xanthea had already taken it.

She had installed a miniature listening device and a pinhole camera on Matthew's briefcase, so every move they made would be reflected in detail on her phone throughout the journey.

As the plane was about to take off, Miranda got up to go to the restroom. Passing by the first row of the VIP seats in the first-class cabin, she unexpectedly saw a man with a clear and extraordinary sleeping face.

Mr. Lockwood?!

She turned around, only to see the elegant man reclining lightly on the couch, eyes slightly closed, breathing evenly. In front of him were a computer and several folders, the shimmering screen reflecting on his dark suit and impeccable features. Even while sleeping, a sense of refined nobility emanated from his bones, stirring the heart.

Seeing him up close like this was more impactful than on The Masked Singer stage; Miranda's heart was in turmoil, mixed with a hint of joy.

She never expected to encounter him here; was this fate?

Unfortunately, this fate could only last until the plane landed.

No, she had to find a way to hold on to it.