My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 117

In the driver’s seat, Cedric was intently steering the wheel when suddenly it felt as if a roller coaster had whooshed past him. Was it an illusion?

“If you can’t handle it, don’t use me as your test subject. Just drop me off at the hospital up ahead. I still have to shoot later, and I can’t afford any. Gosh!”

The cold touch of the iodine-soaked cotton ball gently brushed against her wound, making Xanthea wince in pain. “Ouch, go easy, please!”

“Okay.”

Orion, looking at her face turning slightly pale from the pain, made his movements even lighter, yet his gaze towards the wound was even sharper than the thorns inside.

“How did you get these injuries?”

Xanthea didn’t really want to talk to him nor tell him about her situation.

But talking to someone during the painful process of removing the thorns could be a good distraction.

“I got pierced by some roses from overzealous fans by accident.”

“At the launch event? Were there cameras around?”

“Yes.”

Xanthea nodded, puzzled by his line of questioning. Why was he asking these questions?

Was he suggesting she should hold those fans accountable? Even if it was possible to identify them, and even if they were adults accountable by law, their fanatic behavior would likely get nothing more than a scolding by the police, hardly worth the hassle of gathering evidence.

Orion spoke up, “Bear with it, I’m going to start pulling out the thorns.”

Upon hearing about pulling out the thorns, Xanthea immediately clenched her lips, her pitiful demeanor nearly melting hearts.

“Don’t be afraid, I’ll be gentle.”