My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

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Chapter 90 Orion suddenly let out a low chuckle, sounding like the collapse of a sob or the relief of having survived a calamity.

He thought she was dead; he thought she was gone.

Xanthea felt a tight grip on her heart as his laughter echoed, and as she tried to say something, a sneeze escaped her uncontrollably The lake water was too cold.

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"Ah!" Suddenly, she was lifted into his arms and carried towards the shore.

Xanthea instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her gaze fixed on his sharp jawline, reminding her of the day she nearly drowned at Lakeside Manor. He had camied her up in a similar hold, his chest radiating the sburning warmth, yet he had disappeared by the tshe woke up.

Many questions magnified endlessly in her mind at this very moment.

Why was he always there when she was in danger? Why did he seem so heartbroken thinking she was gone? Did her life mean that much to him? Was there something special they shared that she had forgotten? "Oh my God, she's alright!" "Is this a miracle? The motorbike burned to ashes, and she's unscathed?" "Thank heavens, if something had happened to Ms. Nightshade.” Spectators and staff from the "Realm of Illusions” team rushed over and sighed in relief when they saw Xanthea and Orion safe and sound on the shore.

Xanthea was set down, her arms slightly hugging her body, feeling a bit cold and worried about revealing too much in front of everyone. Without hesitation, Orion took off his suit jacket and draped it over her.

The oversized jacket covered her down to her thighs, both warming her shivering body and perfectly hiding the curves outlined by the wet fabric "Thank you, Xanthea looked up at him gratefully, clutching the jacket tightly.

Ogon, however, was focused on her fingers, which were oozing fresh blood, his brow furrowed in concem. Following his gaze, Xanthea noticed the cuts on her fingers, quickly releasing the jacket, "I got these when I was thrown from the bike, brushed against a willow by the lake. Don't worry; I won't stain your suit." Before she could finish, he grasped her index finger, seemingly about to bring it to his mouth Xanthea reflexively pulled back; he paused, and then pulled out a small bottle from his jacket.

A scar treatment cream? How did he always carry it with him? And it was such a small jar, not even 20 grams had he still not finished "Orion, you still haven't finished this cream? Haven't you been applying it morning and night like I told you?" Xanthea tiptoed trying to see the crescent-shaped scar on his neck, when a sharp roar suddenly erupted from the crowd, vibrating her ears "Isabella, Isabella, calm down." "Mover

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Isabella stormed through the crowd, her presence fierce as sheapproached, "Xanthea, have you lost your mind? You're risking your life just to beat me?!

Xanthea, seeing her furious and thunderous expression felt an m unexpected surge of competitiveness, "Yes." "You think by risking your life, you can beat me, take the leading role in “Realm of Illusions?" "That's what I thought, but the final decision still depends on the director and...

"No." Her words were cut short by Orion's cold Interjection.

"What?" She looked confusedly at the

man who was now applying the cream to her wounds, as Orion slowly lifted his gaze, his leyes devoid of warmth. You can't be in Realm of Ulusions"."

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