My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 116 Chapter 116 "Don't move!" Orion grabbed her wrist and pulled out a first aid kit from the storage compartment.

"I told you, I don't need your help!" Xanthea's injured arm was firmly in his grasp, leaving her no choice but to use her other hand to push him away. However, as their car passed through the toll booth, it suddenly braked, causing her to lurch forward into him.

"Oof" The girl's slender, soft body suddenly crashed into his arms, stirring a surge of excitement in the man's heart. Orion couldn't help but wrap his arms around her.

A familiar scent of pine filled his nostrils, mingling with the powerful, chaotic beating of his heart and a warmth so intense it felt as if it could melt him, Flashes of him rescuing her from dark graves and icy waters flickered through Xanthea's mind.

But in an instant, those scenes shifted to him ruthlessly eliminating her at an audition, and just moments ago, sarcastically mocking her for being deserving of stalkers' chase.

These fluctuating, unpredictable faces-which one was the real him? Deceiving her feelings, making her trust him as the most special friend in her life besides her family, only to douse her with cold reality. Then, as if nothing had happened, showering her with sweet words, feigning concern as if his treatment depended solely on his mood, not right or wrong. Did he really see her as just a pet to play with? With these thoughts in mind, she opened her mouth and fiercely into his well-defined collarbone.

Her soft, moist lips touched his skin. Orion's body jolted as if electrified, his dark pupils momentarily scattered in sensation. He felt no pain from the bite, only tightening his arms around het, wanting to press her deeper into his embrace, deeper until he could embed her into his body Xan...

With a retaliatory bite, Xanthea thought he would be furious, push her away, and reveal his true cruel nature. But unexpectedly, he held her down tighter and tighter, so much that she couldn't breathe. While holding her tightly, he gently stroked her back, as if comforting an aggrieved child.

"Cough, cough!" This despicable man, was he trying to suffocate her? She pushed him away with force, only to see the man beneath her with slightly closed eyes and a slight smile on his lips. His handsface showed no sign of pain or anger, but rather a deep sense of comfort and pleasure. Was she seeing things? Or had he becso enraged that he lost control of his expression? Orion slowly opened his eyes, his gaze tinged with a mischievous warmth. "Feel better now?" His tone sounded indulgent and pleased, devoid of any trace of anger.

Xanthea turned her face away, unwilling to pay him any attention.

Was this man made of iron and steel? He didn't react at all to being bitten. No wonder he had taken that heavy stone for her back then and hadn't mentioned it since.

"If Ms. Nightshade isn't angry anymore, I'll remove the thorn. It might get infected and fester if left too long." Fester?! Upon hearing this, Xanthea panicked.

Seeing her place her arm on the back of the chair and obediently remain still, Orion's lips curved slightly. He opened the first aid kit and pulled out small tweezers, iodine, cotton balls, and medical gauze.

"Are you sure yo you can do this?" Xanthea eyed his orderly actions nervously. Orion looked up, locking eyes with her deeply. "You'll know soon enough if I can, Ms. Nightshade." Orion grabbed her wrist and pulled out a first aid kit from the storage compartment.

"I told you, I don't need your help!" Xanthea's injured arm was firmly in his grasp, leaving her no choice but to use her other hand to push him away. However, as their car passed through the toll booth, it suddenly braked, causing her to lurch forward into him.

"on" The girl's slender, soft body suddenly crashed into his arms, stirring a surge of excitement in the man's heart. Onion couldn't help but wrap his arms around her.

A familiar scent of pine filled his nostrils, mingling with the powerful, chaotic beating of his heart and a warmth so intense it felt as if it could melt him. Flashes of him rescuing her from dark graves and icy waters Bickered through Xanthea's mind.

But in an instant, those scenes shifted to him ruthlessly eliminating her at an audition, and just moments ago, sarcastically mocking her for being deserving of stalkers' chase.

These fluctuating, unpredictable faces-which one was the real him? Deceiving her feelings, making her trust him as the most special friend in her life besides her family, only to douse her with cold reality. Then, as if nothing had happened, showering her with sweet words, feigning concem as if his treatment depended solely on his mood, not right or wrong. Did he really see her as just a pet to play with? With these thoughts in mind, she opened her mouth and fiercely into his well-defined collarbone.

Her soft, moist lips touched his skin. Orion's body jolted as if electrified, his dark pupils momentarily scattered in sensation. He felt no pain from the bite, only tightening his arms around her, wanting to press her deeper into his embrace, deeper, until he could embed her into his body.

With a retaliatory bite, Xanthea thought he would be furious, push her away, and reveal his true cruel nature.

But unexpectedly, he held her down thatshe tighter and tighter, so much that she couldn't breathe While holding her tightly; he gently stroked her back, as if comforting an aggrieved child. "Cough, cough!" This despicable man, was he trying to suffocate her?

She pushed him away with force, only to see the man beneath her with slightly closed eyes anda.

sed eyes and a slight smile op his lips. His handsface showed no sign of pain or anger, but rather deep sense of comfort and pleasure. Was she seeing things? Or had he becso enraged that he lost control of his expression? Orion slowly opened his eyes, his gaze tinged with a mischievous warmth. "Feel better now?" His tone sounded indulgent and pleased, devoid of any trace of anger.

Xanthea turned her face away, unwilling to pay him any attention.

Was this man made of iron and steel? He didn't react at all to being bitten. No wonder he had taken that heavy stone for her back then and hadn't mentioned it since.

"If Ms. Nightshade isn't angry anymore, I'll remove the thorn. It might get infected and fester if left too long." Fester? Upon hearing this, Xanthea panicked.

Seeing her place her arm on the back of the chair and obediently remain still, Orion's lips curved slightly. He opened the first aid kit and pulled out small tweezers, lodine, cotton balls, and medical gauze. "Are you sure you can do this?" Xanthea eyed his orderly actions nervously. Orion looked up, locking eyes with her deeply, "You'll know soon enough if I can, Ms. Nightshade."