My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 173

"I'll handle it myself."

Orion glanced down; a fleeting shadow passed under his eyes as he took the thermometer from her hand and placed it under his left arm.

Xanthea had been puzzled by his intense reaction just moments ago, but now, seeing his actions and expression, she suddenly understood.

He didn't want her to see the iris tattoo on his right chest, or the gnarly, terrifying burn scars beneath it.

But she was just trying to check his temperature, not strip him bare. His guardedness made it seem like he thought she was some kind of hooligan!

"Then take it out in 10 minutes and read it."

"Sure, thanks, Xan."

When he casually called her 'Xan,' it sent a shiver through Xanthea's body as if an electric current had passed through her.

His voice was already deep and magnetic, like tuning a cello to a D note, and now slightly hoarse from the fever, it added an irresistibly rich, sexy timbre. Hearing her nickname in such a tone was dizzyingly intimate, which fluttered her heart.

If he ever became a late-night radio host, that voice could revive the dead. But why did he use 'Xan,' just like her family did?

"No need to thank me!" Xanthea pulled out a box of fever-reducing pills from the medicine kit. "Because you’re going to hate me soon. If you’ve got a fever, you'll need to take these pills. If you refuse, I'll just have to force them down!"

She pinched a few pills, her brow furrowed menacingly as she threatened him. She expected him to resist vehemently, but instead, he smiled slightly and softly agreed, "Okay."

Xanthea was full of confusion.