My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 12

Xanthea couldn't believe how quickly his ears could turn so red, as if he was touched by magic. She paused, noting the curious gaze of the guests surrounding them, and added, "Not here, but when it's just the two of us."

As she spoke, the man's ears flushed even deeper, and the red even crept down his neck.

Xanthea was stunned. He was a grown man; what was the big deal about taking off his shirt to show her something? Was he really that shy?

Wait a minute!

Did he misunderstand something?

She just wanted to see if he had the iris tattoo on his chest, to confirm if he was her lifesaver. He couldn't possibly think she was proposing some sort of indecent exchange, could he?

Realizing the possible misunderstanding, Xanthea saw the intense gaze in his dark eyes ignite like a spark and rapidly turn into a blazing flame. The heat in his eyes, now tinged with red, seemed ready to consume her completely.

Oh no!

That terrifying look in his eyes.

He must think she was insulting him!

Xanthea quickly waved her hands, trying to explain, "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean it like that. I heard you had some unique marks, and I was just curious to see them. If it’s not convenient for you to show me, even a photo would do!"

Why did it feel like she was becoming more of a creeper, as if she was some kind of bully demanding a hot guy's nude photos?

In her urgency, she raised her voice, which attracted the attention of Cedric standing nearby.

Unique marks?

Was Ms. Nightshade referring to the scars from cigarette burns inflicted by the CEO's stepmother when he was a child?

How could Ms. Nightshade be so cruel!

He knew it. Why had she suddenly changed her attitude towards the CEO, smiling and helping him out when she had always been cold and dismissive before? She must have concocted a new way to humiliate him!

What was she planning to do with those photos? Spread them around?

As Xanthea pondered whether she had made herself clear, she saw the fiery look in his eyes cool down; he had his lips pressed tightly as if he was suppressing intense emotions, and his whole body was exuding a chilling aura.

Was he not angry anymore? But why did it feel so cold around them?

"No."

The man's response was cold, and Xanthea almost doubted her ears.