My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 137

"Ms. Nightshade, have you forgotten?"

Orion noticed her silence and loosened his grip around her waist by an inch.

"Do you need me to put you down so you can recall properly?"

"No, no, no!" Xanthea squeaked immediately, wishing she could bite his neck off, yet obediently cooed, "I haven't forgotten, O—Ori, Ori!"

Listening to her melodious voice, tinged with a hint of coquetry, Orion tightened his hold on her waist. "What's this 'Ori'?"

That despicable man, that freak, she had to endure it all!

Xanthea's hands, clasped behind his neck, silently balled into fists. "I like Ori. I like Ori!"

"Who likes Ori?"

Unable to bear it any longer, Xanthea opened her mouth to bite his neck. "Orion, this is too much!"

Just as her sharp teeth neared Orion's neck, Orion moved his hand slightly, and Xanthea immediately withdrew her teeth. "Me, me, it's me!"

Orion commanded, "Put it all together, say it again."

Hearing his uncompromising tone, Xanthea trembled with anger, biting him was no longer enough to ease her resentment.

Once she got out, she vowed to tear him apart!

"I like Ori, I like Ori, I like Ori, okay? Is that enough? Mr. Lockwood, are you satisfied now? Happy now? Got all your anger out?"

She exclaimed thrice, her voice echoing through the vast, desolate valley, rebounding in the dark night into Orion's ears.

Orion's eyes and brows tinged with a serene smile. "Hmm, Xan, I'm quite pleased, indeed quite comfortable."

"Then you can take me out of here now, right?"