My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 402

Leonard passed the washed grapes to Xanthea and Octavia. Xanthea peeled one and fed it to the man who was barbecuing, "Is it sweet?"

"Sweet."

"Hey, could you two stop flaunting your love using my hard work?"

Sebastian: "Pretty Sister, I want some too!"

Xanthea peeled another translucent grape and offered it to him, "Open wide…"

"No, I want one from your mouth, it's sweeter!"

He leaned in to kiss Xanthea, but was lifted up by Orion, his face darkening and his tone cold, "Julian, help me take his clothes off."

The housekeeper was puzzled, "Why are we taking off Seb's clothes?"

"To grill."

"Ah! Uncle's the big demon!"

Sebastian struggled and ran away, screaming.

Xanthea couldn't help but laugh.

Leonard remarked, "Seb's got game, he's even better at flirting than me, it's going to be incredible when he grows up!"

Octavia: "Lucky for him, he looks like his uncle—attracting girls."

"?" Xanthea turned to look at Orion, who shook his head in confusion, "I'm not."

"Even if he did, he wouldn't notice, just like Seb. At his age, he only had eyes for..." Leonard's words were abruptly cut off by a sizzling hot burger stuffed into his mouth, making it hard for him to continue, "Orion, got a new flame and you want to kill off the old ones!"

"You guys keep grilling; I'll go prep some side dishes." Octavia stood up.

Hearing this, Xanthea raised her hand, "I'll come too!"

"You?"

Orion's eyebrows lifted slightly. Xanthea could sense a clear disbelief in his tone, defiantly responding, "What? Do you look down on me or what?"

"Tell me what you want, and I'll make it for you."

Let alone treated someone with such care and tenderness.

Feeling a bit shy, Xanthea brushed her hair aside, and Octavia noticed the jade bracelet on her wrist, her expression turning to one of surprise.

It was the token of love their father gave their mother.

"Xan, has Orion taken you to see Grandpa?"

"Mhm, we went yesterday."

As Xanthea finished, she saw Octavia staring intently at the bracelet on her wrist. Worried she might stir up some unpleasant memories, she was about to explain when Octavia smiled warmly, a smile of gentle acceptance, "That bracelet suits you well."

"Thank you, Octavia."

When the two reached the kitchen, the servants asked them what ingredients they needed, and Xanthea ordered a few items from the list.

Octavia asked, "Planning to make pasta?"

"Yeah, my cooking skills are pretty basic, so I stick to simple dishes."